I Never Cared About Whatever Tragic Event

One Never Lives So Intensely As When One Has Been Thinking Hard.

I'm A Man For Whom The Outside World Is An Inner Reality.

To Think Is To Destroy.

It's Not Demons (who At Least Have A Human Face) But Hell Itself That Seems To Be Laughing Inside Me, It's The Croaking Madness Of The Dead Universe, The Spinning Cadaver Of Physical Space, The End Of All Worlds Blowing Blackly In The Wind, Formless And Timeless, Without A God Who Created It, Without Even Its Own Self, Impossibly Whirling In The Absolute Darkness As The One And Only Reality, Everything.

Destiny Gave Me Only Two Things: A Few Accounting Books And The Gift Of Dreaming.