I Hate Victims Who Respect Their Executioners.

What I See Is Teeming Cohesion, Contained Dispersal... For Him, To Sculpt Is To Take The Fat Off Space.

Ah! Do Not Judge The Gods, Young Man, They Have Painful Secrets.

It Is Only In Our Decisions That We Are Important.

I Clung To Nothing, In A Way I Was Calm. But It Was A Horrible Calm—because Of My Body; My Body, I Saw With Its Eyes, I Heard With Its Ears, But It Was No Longer Me; It Sweated And Trembled By Itself And I Didn’t Recognize It Any More.

I Am Responsible For Everything... Except My Very Responsibility.