Certainly it constitutes bad news if the people who agree with you are buggier than batshit.

When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.

Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.

What they do not comprehend is man's helplessness. I am weak, small, of no consequence to the universe. It does not notice me; I live on unseen. But why is that bad? Isn't it that way? Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small... and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

Upon him the contempt of three planets descended.

There is evil! It's actual, like cement. I can't believe it. I can't stand it. Evil is not a view ... it's an ingredient in us. In the world. Poured over us, filtering into our bodies, minds, hearts, into the pavement itself.

We should take mothers in high seas and drown them there, they are as poisonous as lead in the air.