It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions.

The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.

The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.

[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.