I want to keep smashing myself until I am whole.
There emanates from superlatives a destructive force.
Learning is the art of ignoring.
The planet's survival has become so uncertain that any effort, any thought that presupposes an assured future amounts to a mad gamble.
A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.
Almost Kien was tempted to believe in happiness, that contemptible life-goal of illiterates. If it came of itself, without being hunted for, if you did not hold it fast by force and treated it with a certain condescension, it was permissible to endure its presence for a few days