Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

The tremendous world I have inside my head. But how free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times rather be torn to pieces than retain it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.

The founder brought the laws from the lawgiver; the faithful are meant to announce the laws to the lawgiver.

Dread of night. Dread of not-night.

Ours is a lost generation, it may be, but it is more blameless than those earlier generations.

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.