It Seems Impossible, In Fact,

Literature ... Is The Rediscovery Of Childhood.

[nietzsche's Doctrine Of The Eternal Return] Is What Makes Moments Caught Up In The Immanence Of Return Suddenly Appear As Ends. In Every Other System, Don't Forget, These Moments Are Viewed As Means: Every Moral System Proclaims That "each Moment Of Life Ought To Be Motivated." Return Unmotivates The Moment And Frees Life Of Ends.

The Owl Flies, In The Moonlight, Over A Field Where The Wounded Cry Out. Like The Owl, I Fly In The Night Over My Own Misfortune.

Eroticism, It May Be Said, Is Assenting To Life Up To The Point Of Death

By Inner Experience I Understand That Which One Usually Calls Mystical Experience: The States Of Ecstasy, Of Rapture, At Least Of Meditated Emotion. But I Am Thinking Less Of Confessional Experience, To Which One Has Had To Adhere Up To Now, That Of An Experience Laid Bare, Free Of Ties, Even Of An Origin, Of Any Confession Whatever. This Is Why I Don't Like The Word Mystical.