Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!

I had become Harry Potter. Except I was thirteen and not magic, and my destiny, whatever it was, held no profound purpose.

Death, that reverse alchemy process, in which the gold of life is broken down into foul-smelling starting components.

They did nothing to us, they merely plunged us into absolute nothingness, because it is known that nothing exerts as much pressure on the human soul as nothingness...

A man rarely knows the day and hour when he will die. I could be killed any moment and there's not a blasted thing I can do about it.

Human beings shouldn't have to enter such doors, shouldn't have to stay behind them. No moon ever entered there, no stars, no anything at all. They were worse than the grave, for in the grave is an...

The dead steps down from the guillotine, carrying under his arm his sacrificed head. Apple trees are in blossom. The dead makes his way to the village tavern, and everyone watches. There, he pulls a...

I floated. I had been part of something immense, but now I was torn loose. Broken away from the great purpose that had used me as a conduit. Useless. Again.

Can you see the future, Kerbouchard?" "Who would wish to? Our lives hold a veil between anticipation and horror. Anticipation is the carrot suspended before the jackass to keep him moving forward....

Would it hurt to die?

So this is pain. So this is wretchedness. So this is misery. I never knew.

What's the point? was my attitude. We're all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat.

Back then, we imagined ourselves being confined in some prison, waiting until we were released into life. And when that moment arrived, our lives – and even time itself – would accelerate. How...

I have transcended that phase in my intellectual growth where I discover humour in simple freakishness. What exists is real; therefore it is tragic, since wherever lives must die. Only fantasy, the...

Man is a coward in space, for he is by himself.

Yet to decide that this One exists is not quite like deciding that anything else exists. This decision assumes a wider implication that the decider shall order his or her life around the existence of...

Most humans were on one big island, to the fairies, and that island was adrift on a sea called I Totally Don't Care.

Too unconcerned to love and too passionless to hate, too detached to be selfish and too lifeless to be unselfish, too indifferent to experience joy and too cold to express sorrow, they are neither...

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist.

It's not the end of the world at all. It's only the end for us. The world will go on just the same, only we shan't be in it. I dare say it will get along all right without us.

She just witnessed her own murder.

The search for meaning was the cornerstone of human disquiet.

"I'm in love with you," he said quietly. "Augustus," I said. "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the...

Nothing in this scene will be changed by my death, Nicole thought. There will just be one less pair of eyes to observe its splendor. And one less collection of chemicals risen to consciousness to...

At that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows;...

This made her remember why people take up walking: It is because they no longer have anywhere to go.

What of Art? - It is a malady. - - Love? - An Illusion. - - Religion? - The fashionable substitute for Belief. - - You are a sceptic. - Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith. - - What are you? -...

The blind cosmos grinds aimlessly on from nothing to something and from something back to nothing again, neither heeding nor knowing the wishes or existence of the minds that flicker for a second now...

It occurred to Jeff that he had entered the vague phase of his life. He had a vague idea of things, a vague sense of what was happening in the world, a vague sense of having meant someone before. It...