Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.
We cannot be normal and alive at the same time.
I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.
I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.
Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.
I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?