I should not really object to dying were it not followed by death.

We are an episode between two oblivions.

I'm not sure I understand how responsibility for our choices makes sense if they are not determined.

Everyone is entitled to commit murder in the imagination once in a while, not to mention lesser infractions.

The external view [of agency] forces itself on us at the same time that we resist it. One way this occurs is through the gradual erosion of what we do by the subtraction of what happens.

The point is... to live one's life in the full complexity of what one is, which is something much darker, more contradictory, more of a maelstrom of impulses and passions, of cruelty, ecstacy, and madness, than is apparent to the civilized being who glides on the surface and fits smoothly into the world.

There is a tendency to seek an objective account of everything before admitting its reality.