I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.
Emile M. CioranHungarian Language โ 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 auraโฆwords of nectar and cyanide.
Emile M. CioranTo think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.
Emile M. Cioran