To Think Is To Destroy.

I've Reached The Point Where Tedium Is A Person, The Incarnate Fiction Of My Own Company.

First Watcher Why Do People Die? Second Watcher Perhaps Because They Don't Dream Enough.

Why Is Art Beautiful? Because It's Useless. Why Is Life Ugly? Because It's All Ends And Purposes And Intentions.

At First I Felt Dizzy - Not With The Kind Of Dizziness That Makes The Body Reel But The Kind That's Like A Dead Emptiness In The Brain, An Instinctive Awareness Of The Void.

Should You Ask Me If I'm Happy, I'll Answer That I'm Not.