The more absurd life is, the more insupportable death is.
Words are loaded pistols.
The plight of modern man is that he is condemmed to be free.
Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.
He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.
I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.