Death Is A Continuation Of My Life

Every Human Endeavor, However Singular It Seems, Involves The Whole Human Race.

I Do Not Understand! I Understand Nothing! I Cannot Understand Nor Do I Want To Understand! I Want To Believe! To Believe!

Be Quiet! Anyone Can Spit In My Face, And Call Me A Criminal And A Prostitute. But No One Has The Right To Judge My Remorse.

What I Lacked [in La Nausee] Was A Sense Of Reality. I Have Changed Since. I Have Slowly Learned To Experience Reality.

It Is The Same: A Chosen One Is A Man Whom God's Finger Crushes Against The Wall.