“The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.”







“God is nowhere to be found, yet there is still so much light! Light that dazzles and maddens; crisp, ruthless light. Space echoes like an immense tomb, yet the stars still burn. Why does the sun take so long to die? Or the moon retain such fidelity to the Earth? Where is the new darkness? The greatest of all unknowings? Is death itself shy of us?”



Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born;
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight;
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.







“Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.”










“Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.”












“This is what fascinates me most in existence: the peculiar necessity of imagining what is, in fact, real.”






"God sent us two angels, and at least one of them had a .308 caliber flaming sword of justice with a telescopic sight."




Nothing exists; even if something exists, nothing can be known about it. Even if something can be known about it,
knowledge about it can't be communicated to others. Even if it can be communicated, it cannot be understood.




"You drink of the River and it is clear. You drink of the River and it is foul. You breathe of the Sky and it never empties. You weep, and the Sea stings your lips. Rejoice, and mourn, for you belong to this World.

Heaven does not know you."




"Measure is unceasing"

The flesh surrenders itself, he thought . Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not . . . yet, I occurred.
You do not beg the sun for mercy.

“Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.”



“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”


When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
As by a shining brainless beacon
Or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
When you are calm and joyful
And finally entirely alone
Then in a great new darkness
You will finally execute your special plan


"But I wanted to witness what could never be
I wanted to see what could never be seen
The moment of consumate disaster
When puppets turn to face the puppetmaster"




I came here without being consulted and i leave without my consent

“I think, therefore I will die; but I cannot let that keep me from acting as if I
did not think.”



I dont have very high hopes for living