Oh Words, What Crimes Are Committed In

Nothing Makes Me More Pessimistic Than The Obligation Not To Be Pessimistic.

Dreams Are Reality At Its Most Profound, And What You Invent Is Truth Because Invention, By Its Nature, Can't Be A Lie.

God Is Dead. Marx Is Dead. And I Don't Feel So Well Myself.

When I Was Born, I Was Almost Fourteen Years Old. That's Why I Was Able To Understand More Easily Than Most What It Was All About.

I Long For Solitude And Yet I Cannot Stand It.