I find the world and all it contains extremely fascinating. Is this sinful?

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.

The denizens of Citizens Service Houses are not, as a rule, gifted with a lot of common sense, but they often make up for that by being extremely argumentative and vindictive.

We are born by accident into a purely random universe.

Utopias are boring. Distopias on the other hand, are interesting.