Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?
Emile M. CioranWe define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.
Emile M. CioranI seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.
Emile M. Cioran