To Work Is To Undertake To Think

Perhaps [transgression] Is Like A Flash Of Lightning In The Night Which, From The Beginning Of Time, Gives A Dense And Black Intensity To The Night It Denies, Which Lights Up The Night From The Inside, From Top To Bottom, Yet Owes To The Dark The Stark Clarity Of Its Manifestation, Its Harrowing And Poised Singularity.

If I Won A Few Billion In The Lottery, I Would Create An Institute Where People Who Would Like To Die Would Come Spend A Weekend, A Week, Or A Month In Pleasure, Under Drugs Perhaps, In Order To Disappear Afterward, As If Erased.

Truth Is Not By Nature Free - Nor Error Servile - But That Its Production Is Thoroughly Imbued With Relations Of Power.

Life Itself Was Only Futility, Vain Words, A Squabble Of Cap And Bells.

You May Have Killed God Beneath The Weight Of All That You Have Said; But Don't Imagine That, With All That You Are Saying, You Will Make A Man That Will Live Longer Than He.