The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.
Imagination at wit's end spreads its sad wings.
All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket.
Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.