Life is the farce we all perform.
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
thanks to liquidnight
My hallucinations are endless. This is what I’ve always gone through: the end of my faith in history, the neglect of my principles. I shall say no more about this: poets and visionaries would be jealous. I am the richest one of all, a thousand times, and I will hoard it like the sea.
I ought to have a special hell for my anger, a hell for my pride, - and a hell for sex; a whole symphony of hells!