People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.

I could not see other human beings at present.

With all due respect to Israel's primo king, David and I are not on the same page here. I'm more with the seventeenth-century philosopher Blaise Pascal, who lived when modern science was coming into...

When he died he would not end. The world would end.

He thinks he's happy but it's just a nerve cell in his brain that's getting too much stimulation or too little stimulation.

I had spoken to the universe, and the universe hadn't given a damn.

Strictly speaking, we do not make decisions, decisions make us.

You will not break the enchanted circle of isolation... You are alone and you don't know anyone, you don't know anyone and you are alone. You see others glued together, clinging, cuddling, protecting...

Everybody's saying "Oh how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that," but how do you know He doesn't hate what He did? He might even be drunk and not noticing what He went...

But when they were done, I wondered if there would be a next time. I felt good. I wasn't dead, yet something was dead. Perhaps I'd managed my peculiar objective of partial suicide. I was lighter,...

Free is he who does not even know that he is free, nor that freedom exists, nor that prison exists. Free is not he who is beyond good and evil, but outside the obsessions of freedom and prison. To...

I discovered ... that a novel has nothing to do with words in the first instance. Writing a novel is a cosmological matter, like the story told by Genesis {we all have to choose our role models, as...

There isn't a way things should be. There's just what happens, and what we do.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows: here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide.

Use all the stars we have in stock; Of water, fire, walls of rock, And beasts and birds there is no lack. In our narrow house of boards, bestride The whole creation, far and wide; Move thoughtfully,...

Some people awoke to escape their nightmares. I awoke into one.

"Who are you?' he asked suddenly. 'I'm not sure,' replied the other. 'I rather think I am your long-lost brother."

Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, and though a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud and so is a soul.

If only,' Shiroyama dreams, 'human beings were not masks behind masks behind masks. If only this world was a clean board of lines and intersections. If only time was a sequence of considered moves and...

My sense of urgency is very simple,' said the professor, 'I've remembered that much. It's because what I have to remember has to do with time running out. And that's what anxiety is, in a lot of...

The tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die an

The life of our bodies is only a constantly prevented dying, an ever deferred death…Every breath we draw wards off death that constantly impinges on us, in this way we struggle with it every...

Despair is the price everyone pays for self-knowledge. If you look carefully at life, you will always find despair.

Within the heart of every individual lies a fundamental and primordial fear that sometimes manifests as the fear of life and other times as the fear of death.

This world is supposed to have been made by a God? No, much better by a devil!

Mature love is loving, not being loved.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up...

found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?

Perhaps nobody knows anybody.

Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straight way had been lost.