Under Each Formula Lies A Corpse.

Every Form Of Talent Involves A Certain Shameless-ness.

Only One Thing Matters: Learning To Be The Loser.

We Are Afraid Of The Enormity Of The Possible.

This Very Second Has Vanished Forever, Lost In The Anonymous Mass Of The Irrevocable. It Will Never Return. I Suffer From This And I Do Not. Everything Is Unique - And Insignificant.

Knowledge, Having Irritated And Stimulated Our Appetite For Power, Will Lead Us Inexorably To Our Ruin.