That’s why they call it the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it.
When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this but we all have to do it.
Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.
There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.
Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.
We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.
If you let them kill you, they will.
Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.
I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.
You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.
Art never comes from happiness.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.
We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.