Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
Emile M. CioranI am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.
Emile M. CioranFor a long timeโalways, in factโI have known that life here on earth is not what I needed and that I wasnโt able to deal with it; for this reason and for this reason alone, I have acquired a touch of spiritual pride, so that my existence seems to me the degradation and the erosion of a psalm.
Emile M. Cioran