“The calendar was a mathematical progression with arbitrary surprises.”

“Nature. He disliked its prickly stems, its bramble and bush, the obstinate precision of its cycles, its preconfigured calendar, the coded tapestry of its hills, standing stubbornly in the way of human progress.”

“Each pleasure we feel is a pleasure less; each day a stroke on a calendar. What we will not accept is that the joy in the day and the passing of the day are inseparable. What makes our existence worthwhile is precisely that its worth and its while - its quality and duration - are as impossible to unravel as time and space in mathematics of relativity.”

“As long as science fails to discover the sources of life, as long as, on sea or in the sky, there is an abyss that is resistant to mathematical reckoning, as long as mankind in its steady progress is ignorant of where it's heading, as long as a mystery exists for man, there will be poetry!”

“Do you know why I love mathematics?""Because it blew your mind for free when you couldn't get drugs?"Eccles snorted in surprise. "Well, yes, but there's another reason.”

“All colours are arbitrary.”