God Is Absence. God Is The Solitude

We Make Our Own Hell Out Of The People Around Us.

That’s What Existence Means: Draining One’s Own Self Dry Without The Sense Of Thirst.

Your Scare Me Rather. My Reflection In The Glass Never Did That; Of Course, I Knew It So Well. Like Something I Had Tamed...i'm Going To Smile, And My Smile Will Sink Down Into Your Pupils, And Heaven Knows What It Will Become.

The Plight Of Modern Man Is That He Is Condemmed To Be Free.

Better A Good Journalist Than A Poor Assassin.