There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.
Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?
Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.
We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.
Discretion is deadly to genius; ruinous to talent.