There was a time when time did not yet exist.
Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing; but instead of nonchalantly promenading our own corruption, we exude our sweat and grow winded upon the fetid air.
History proves nothing because it contains everything.
Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide.