Only Sterility Is Noble And Dignified. Only

We All Have Two Lives: The True, The One We Dreamed Of In Childhood And Go On Dreaming Of As Adults In A Substratum Of Mist; The False, The One We Love When We Live With Others, The Practical, The Useful, The One We End Up By Being Put In A Coffin.

What Can I Expect From Myself? My Sensation In All Their Horrible Acuity, And A Profound Awareness Of Feeling. A Sharp Mind That Only Destroys Me, And An Unusual Capacity For Dreaming To Keep Me Entertained. A Dead Will And A Reflection That Cradles It, Like A Living Child. From, The Book Of Disquiet

To Need To Dominate Others Is To Need Others. The Commander Is Dependent.

Literature Exists Because The World Isn't Enough.

Sometimes, When I Wake Up At Night, I Feel Invisible Hands Weaving My Destiny.