I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

So then you’re free?’ ‘Yes, I’m free,’ said Karl, and nothing seemed more worthless than his freedom.

I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.

To every instant there is a correspondence in something outside time. This world here and now cannot be followed by a Beyond, for the Beyond is eternal, hence it cannot be in temporal contact with this world here and now.

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

One tells as few lies as possible only by telling as few lies as possible, and not by having the least possible opportunity to do so.

In the fight between you and the world, back the world.