More is happening out there than we are aware of. It is possibly due to some unknown direful circumstance.

My mission in life is to make everybody as uneasy as possible. I think we should all be as uneasy as possible, because that's what the world is like.

The Suicide, as she is falling, Illuminated by the moon, Regrets her act, and finds appalling The thought she will be dead so soon.

I don't think anything might have been. What is, is.

If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point.

Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is left after you have explained everything else.

There are so many things we've been brought up to believe that it takes you an awfully long time to realize that they aren't you.