If you're functional, it doesn't matter if you're mad.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

Never despair. Never surrender.

The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

Look at him now, poor fellow. That's what a dose of reality does for you...Never touch the stuff myself, you understand. Find it gets in the way of the hallucinations.

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely.