I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise--a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames--but still a paradise.

A philistine is a full-grown person whose interests are of a material and commonplace nature, and whose mentality is formed of the stock ideas and conventional ideals of his or her group and time.

Solitude is the playfield of Satan.

if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.

For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.

Some might think that the creativity, imagination, and flights of fancy that give my life meaning are insanity.

Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my temple—these are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat.