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“I have an inferiority complex, but it’s not a very good one.”
― Steven Wright

“The road to hell is paved with intractable recursions, bad equilibria, and information cascades.”
― Brian Christian, Algorithms to Live By: The Computer Science of Human Decisions

“I put an apple on my table. Then I put myself inside this apple. What tranquility!”
― Henri Michaux

“Why does it disturb us that the map be included in the map and the thousand and one nights in the book of the Thousand and One Nights? Why does it disturb us that Don Quixote be a reader of the Quixote and Hamlet a spectator of Hamlet? I believe I have found the reason: these inversions suggest that if the characters of a fictional work can be readers or spectators, we, its readers or spectators, can be fictitious. In 1833, Carlyle observed that the history of the universe is an infinite sacred book that all men write and read and try to understand, and in which they are also written.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories & Other Writings

“Running away, then returning. My present was feeding on my past, and my future was waiting for the recursive loop to complete.”
― Steve S. Saroff, Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder

“...perhaps there's a reason our memories are kept hazy and out of focus. Maybe their abstraction serves an an anaesthetic, a buffer protecting us from the agony of time and all that it steals and erases.”
― Blake Crouch, Recursion

“If I have to rate different mathematical concept according to its simplicity & practical applicability, then I will give '9 out of 10 rating' to 'Recursion / recurrence relation'. 90 % of my mathematical work involve this single principle.”
― Mathematician Vitthal Jadhav

“I love you,â€� said Bekka.

“I know,� I said.

“I know you know,â€� she said. “But I didn’t know that you knew I knew you knew. And now I do.”
― Scott Alexander, It Was You Who Made My Blue Eyes Blue

“4.19. Dedekind's approach is a singular combination of Descartes' Cogito and the idea of the idea in Spinoza. The starting point is the very space of the Cogito, as 'closed' configuration of all possible thoughts, existential point of pure thought. It is claimed (but only the Cogito assures us of this) that something like the set of all my possible thoughts exists. From Spinoza's causal 'serialism' (regardless of whether or not he figured in Dedekind's historical sources) are taken both the existence of a parallelism' which allows us to identify simple ideas by way of their object (Spinoza says: through the body of which the idea is an idea), and the existence of a reflexive redoubling, which secures the existence of 'complex' ideas, whose object is no longer a body, but another idea. For Spinoza, as for Dedekind, this process of reflexive redoubling must go to infinity. An idea of an idea (or the thought of a thought of an object) is an idea. So there exists an idea of the idea of a body, and so on.”
― Alain Badiou, Number and Numbers

“The Kaffir, who tended the garden and looked after the chickens, in Cracow, used to sleep in the pigeon loft. He said it was "very good for the breath": One night, I had this terrifying dream. A huge corkscrew, which was the earth, was spinning round, turning on its axis and twisting in its own spiral, just like the signs outside American barbershops, and I could see myself, no bigger than a bug but not hanging on so well, slither and stumble over the helix, and with my thoughts sent whirling down moving staircases made of a priori shapes. Suddenly, the fatal moment, there is a loud crack, my neck snaps, I fall flat on my face and I emerge in a splash of sparks before the Kaffir who had come to wake me. He says: "Did you have an attack of the nasties, then? Come and look at this": And he leads me to the pigeon loft and gets me to peep through a hole in the wall. I put my eye to it. I see a terrifying sight: a huge corkscrew, which was the Earth, was spinning round, turning on its axis and twisting in its own spiral, just like the signs outside American barbershops, and I could see myself, no bigger than a bug, but not hanging on so well....'

Eyes popping, the bumps on his forehead lit up, his moustache bristling, little Sidonius began the story again, which slotted into itself endlessly like the popular refrains everybody knows. He spoke feverishly, mangling his words. I listened, paralyzed with horror, at least ten times to his appalling rotating story. Then I went off to get a drink.”
― René Daumal, A Night of Serious Drinking

“I want to breath the same air as you every minute of every day of my life. No matter how many timelines I live.”
― Black Crouch

“[S]uitably complicated recursive systems might be strong enough to break out of any predetermined patterns. And isn't this one of the defining properties of intelligence? Instead of just considering programs composed of procedures which can recursively ”
― Douglas R. Hofstadter, Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid

“People are Exponential Moving Averages (EMAs) of their actions [and previous selves], with a varying number of data points.

You(Today) = Acts(Today)*a + You(Yesterday)*b

You are an expanding fuzzy network!”
― Ahmad Hijazi, Fuzzy on the Dark Side: Approximate Thinking, and How the Mists of Creativity and Progress Can Become a Prison of Illusion

“This connection of all created things with every single one of them and their adaptation to every single one, as well as the connection and adaptation of every single thing to all others, has the result that every single substance stands in relations which express all the others. Whence every single substance is a perpetual living mirror of the universe.”
― Gottfried Wilhelm von Leibniz, Monadology and Other Philosophical Essays

“El tiempo es una ilusión, un constructo hecho de recuerdos humanos. El pasado, el presente y el futuro no existen. Todo está ocurriendo ahora.”
― Blake Crouch, Recursion