Excerpt from Chameleon, Being the Book of My Selves

We never come into contact with things, but only with their images. We never know the real - only effigies of the real. We do not pursue objects; we pursue the reflection of objects. We do not possess things; we possess the emotions that things inspire.

If I pluck a flower and hold it in my hand I have merely come into contact with an image in my brain created by certain complex influences transmitted through the senses from an unknowable. No one pursues power or wealth; he pursues ideas and images of power and wealth. Strictly speaking, I do not live in a house, in the air, but live in my house-image, my air-image. Images and thoughts being the very pulp of consciousness, it follows that in images and thoughts there lies the only reality we can ever know.

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