I 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. CioranI lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.
Emile M. CioranNot to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.
Emile M. CioranShame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.
Emile M. Cioran