This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.
Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.
I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.
Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.
I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?
My experiences taught me firsthand that when a person is not performing well, there are many possible reasons, some not of his own choosing.
A Spartan woman, as she handed her son his shield, exhorted him saying, "As a warrior of Sparta come back with your shield or on it. "
There is no greater folly in the world than for a man to despair.
I know the hole he went in at, but I can't tell you what hole he will come out of.