There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.

Come, sleep and death; you promise nothing, you hold everything.

After ten pages I felt that Nietzsche was reading me, not I him.

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I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon.

Information paints no picture, sings no song, and writes no poem.

We have an infinite supply of information and yet we cannot read.

Innumerable arcs intersect and scatter into a vast indefinite sea.

CLOV:Do you believe in the life to come?HAMM:Mine was always that.

I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darknness.

It is only through us that God lives. When we abandon him, he dies.

Sometimes I couldn't figure it out, what all the living was for.

One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.

Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life?

Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.