Whoever loves himself or the world inordinately becomes incompatible with himself.
This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.
There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me. I feel that they were calm and beautiful. It must be so, for I often hear people talking about them as though they were.
I can prove at any time that my education tried to make another person out of me than the one I became. It is for the harm, therefore, that my educators could have done me in accordance with their intentions that I reproach them; I demand from their hands the person I now am, and since they cannot give him to me, I make of my reproach and laughter a drumbeat sounding in the world beyond.
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. . . someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
I was into alternative stuff, but I was also open to a little bit of hard rock and metal, like Guns N' Roses, Metallica.
Is this some sort of test?" "Everything that doesn't kill you is. " "Mind you," he added, "surviving doesn't always mean you passed.
I thought of the things that had happened to me over the years, and of how little I had made happen.
I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.