To defy heredity is to defy billions of years, to defy the first cell
Never to have occasion to take a position, to make up one's mind, or to define oneself - there is no wish I make more often.
What are you waiting for in order to give up?
Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?
When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.
How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.