The things I fear may all be imaginary, so what I fear most is my imagination.
I have no prejudices: all my irrational hatreds are based on solid evidence.
Why does merely attempting to understand Reality so often seem to lead to going insane?
Do you believe in apathy at first sight?
I didn't mind being a public executioner, once I got the hang of it.
One thing about pain: It proves you're alive.