In what will survive me I am in harmony with my annihilation.

The sacred demands the violation of what is normally the object of terrified respect.

The power of death signifies that this real world can only have a neutral image of life, that life's intimacy does not reveal it's dazzling consumption until the moment it gives out.

We have in fact only two certainties in this world - that we are not everything and that we will die.

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.

A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.