You Are Never Truly Together With One

Nothing But Disaster Follows From Applause.

I Would Be The Unhappiest Person Imaginable, Confronted Daily With Disastrous Works Crying Out With Errors, Imprecision, Carelessness, Amateurishness. I Avoided This Punishment By Destroying Them, I Thought, And Suddenly I Took Great Pleasure In The Word Destroying.

Everything Is Ridiculous If One Thinks Of Death

It Would Be Wrong To Refuse To Face The Fact That Everything Is Fundamentally Sick And Sad.

Everything Is What It Is, That's All. If We Keep Attaching Meanings And Mysteries To Everything We Perceive, Everything We See That Is, And To Everything That Goes On Inside Us, We Are Bound To Go Crazy Sooner Or Later, I Thought.