There's A Kind Of Emptiness

In An Age Of Madness, To Expect To Be Untouched By Madness Is A Form Of Madness. But The Pursuit Of Sanity Can Be A Form Of Madness, Too

There's A Kind Of Emptiness At The Center Of Life ... Nothing To Form Your Life On, Or By.

The Only Truly Intersting Side Of The Matter Was The Intimate Design Of The Injury, The Fact That It Was So Penetrating, Custom-made Exactly To Your Measure. It's Fascinating That Hatred Should Be So Personal As To Be Almost Loving. The Knife And The Wound Aching For Each Other.

A Fool Can Throw A Stone In A Pond That 100 Wise Men Can Not Get Out.

There Are Evils That Have The Ability To Survive Identification And Go On For Ever... Money, For Instance, Or War.