The only sin is the sin of being born.
The only thing you must never speak of is your happiness.
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
I have always been amazed at my contemporariesโ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.
All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.
I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit.