Utopia Is A Mixture Of Childish Rationalism

Normal People Have Nothing To Forget.

The Amount Of Chiaroscuro An Idea Harbors Is The Only Index Of Its Profundity.

My Mission Is To Kill Time, And Time's To Kill Me In Its Turn. How Comfortable One Is Among Murderers.

The Only Free Mind Is One That, Pure Of All Intimacy With Beings Or Objects, Plies Its Own Vacuity.

I'm Simply An Accident. Why Take It All So Seriously?