To Hope Is To Contradict The Future.

A Book Is A Suicide Postponed.

There Was A Time When Time Did Not Yet Exist.

I Have Decided Not To Oppose Anyone Ever Again, Since I Have Noticed That I Always End By Resembling My Latest Enemy.

Old Age, After All, Is Merely The Punishment For Having Lived.

Just As Ecstasy Purifies You Of The Particular And The Contingent, Leaving Nothing Except Light And Darkness, So Insomnia Kills Off The Multiplicity And Diversity Of The World, Leaving You Prey To Your Private Obsessions.