At Any Given Moment, I Open My

At Any Given Moment, I Open My Eyes And Exist. And Before That, During All Eternity, What Was There? Nothing.

Who Cares About Great Marks Left Behind? We Have One Life... Just One. Our Life. We Have Nothing Else.

We Play Make Believe, Pretend To Take Ourselves And Each Other Seriously--to Love Each Other, Hate Each Other--but Then--it Isn't True. It Isn't True, We Don't Care At All!

All Of Us Are Mad. If It Weren't For The Fact That Every One Of Us Is Slightly Abnormal, There Wouldn't Be Any Point In Giving Each Person A Separate Name.

We Know Well Enough When We're Being Unjust And Despicable. But We Don't Restrain Ourselves Because We Experience A Certain Pleasure, A Primitive Sort Of Satisfaction In Moments Like That.