“I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this--I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.”

“All writing is filth”

“Que les potes morts laissent la place aux autres. Et nous pourrions tout de mme voir que c'est notre vnration devant ce qui a t dj fait, si beau et si valable que ce soit, qui nous ptrifie, qui nou...”

“If there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.”

“Before saying anything further about culture, I consider the world is hungry and does not care about culture, and people artificially want to turn these thoughts away from hunger and direct them to...”

“I myself am an absolute abyss.”

“Antonin Artaud wrote on one of his drawings, "Never real and always true," and that is how depression feels. You know that it is not real, that you are someone else, and yet you know that it is abs...”

“Que les potes morts laissent la place aux autres. Et nous pourrions tout de mme voir que c'est notre vnration devant ce qui a t dj fait, si beau et si valable que ce soit, qui nous ptrifie, qui nou...”

“Que les poètes morts laissent la place aux autres. Et nous pourrions tout de même voir que c'est notre vénération devant ce qui a été déjà fait, si beau et si valable que ce soit, qui nous pétrifie...”

“I existed in a world that never is , a prison of the mind.”

“It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder if his wife were not growing a little unbalanced mentally. He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was...”

“Sanity is over-rated. It lacks color.”