The Profoundest Distances Are Never Geographical.

I Knew I Would Always Want To Go On Living With Myself, However Hollow I Became, However Diseased.

The Pronoun Is One Of The Most Terrifying Masks Man Has Invented.

I Think We Are Just Insects, We Live A Bit And Then Die And That’s The Lot. There’s No Mercy In Things. There’s Not Even A Great Beyond. There’s Nothing.

We All Want Things We Can't Have. Being A Decent Human Being Is Accepting That.

The Craving To Risk Death Is Our Last Great Perversion. We Come From Night, We Go Into Night. Why Live In Night?