Life Is A Useless Passion.

The Universe Remains Dark. We Are Animals Struck By Catastrophe.

Anything, Anything Would Be Better Than This Agony Of Mind, This Creeping Pain That Gnaws And Fumbles And Caresses One And Never Hurts Quite Enough.

I Admire [samuel] Beckett, But I Am Totally Against Him. He Seeks No Improvement.

Like All Dreamers, I Mistook Disenchantment For Truth.

There Is No Salvation Anywhere. The Idea Of Salvation Implies The Idea Of An Absolute.