You Can Put Anything Into Words, Except

I Feel Fairly Certain That My Hatred Harms Me More Than The People Whom I Hate.

There Are All Sorts Of Ways Of Murdering A Person Or At Least His Soul, And That's Something No Police In The World Can Spot.

I Live, Like Every Real Man, In My Work.

It Is Only The Consciousness Of A Nonexistence Which Allows Us To Realize For Moments That We Are Living.

Dignity: The Doomed Man's Final Refuge.