Man is fully responsible for his nature and his choices.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.

Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make abstract that which is concrete.

I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

It is disgusting -- Why must we have bodies?

I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite.

Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.