# Brian Aldiss

- Quotes: 22
- Author page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/brian-aldiss

## Books

- [Greybeard](https://www.leafyquotes.com/brian-aldiss/greybeard.md) — 17 quotes
- [Hothouse](https://www.leafyquotes.com/brian-aldiss/hothouse.md) — 5 quotes

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> All of which pointed to a moral that they should have learned long before, Arthur thought: Never trust a bunch of lousy politicians to do your thinking for you.

p. 171

> Perhaps the first fire, the first tool, the first wheel, the first carving in a limestone cave, had each possessed a symbolic rather than a practical value, had each been pressed to serve distortion rather than reality. It was a sort of madness that had driven man from his humble sites on the edges of the woods into towns and cities, into arts and wars, into religious crusades, into martyrdom and prostitution, into dyspepsia and fasting, into love and hatred, into this present cul-de-sac; it had all come about in pursuit of symbols. In the beginning was the symbol, and darkness was over the face of the Earth.

p. 91

> “Sounds to me as if you want journalists,” Timberlane said.
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> “No, sir, we require steady men with integrity. This is not a scoop, it’s a way of life.”

p. 115

> The hardship of it was a pleasure. Life was a pleasure; he looked back at its moments, many of them as shrouded in mist as the opposite bank of the Thames. Objectively, many of them held only misery, fear, confusion; but afterward, and even at the time, he had known an exhilaration stronger than the misery, fear, or confusion. A fragment of belief came to him from another epoch: Cogito ergo sum. For him that had not been true; his truth had been: Sentio ergo sum. I feel, so I exist. He enjoyed this fearful, miserable, confused life, and not only because it made more sense than nonlife. He could never explain that to anyone.

p. 75

> As Flitch dryly remarked when Greybeard commented on the graveyard, “Ah, they keep a-planting of ’em, but there ain’t any more of ’em growing up.”

p. 148

> “Are you a religious man, Joe?”
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> Flitch pulled a face. “I leaves that sort of thing to women.”

p. 149

> Let’s have a toast—to the future generation of consumers, however many heads or assholes they have!

p. 112

> However you envisage your role in life, all you can do is perform it as best you can.

p. 203

> One of the characteristics of age was that all avenues of talk led backward in time.

p. 21

> Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, growing riotous and strange in their impulse for growth.

> In the extraordinary ancestral compost heap of your unconscious mind, I have burrowed too long.

> If more people had put their fellow human beings before abstractions last century, we shouldn’t be where we are now.

p. 190