Friday, April 1



I can’t deceive myself out of the bare stark realization that no matter how 


enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or 


future, when you are alone in your room with the clock ticking loudly into the false 


cheerful brilliance of the electric light. And if you have no past or future, which, after 


all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty 


shell of present and commit suicide.




UNABRIDGED JOURNALS, SYLVIA PLATH









Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But 


sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it


isn’t even an answer—it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.


— THE BOOK THIEF, MARKUS ZUSAK


Because there was a hunger in me to see 


everything and do everything. I wanted to


 be everyone I saw. I wasn’t enough for me.


Sidney Sheldon








Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best 


thing would to have never been born at all. - Heinrich Heine










What is the reason? Soon the why and the reason are gone and all that matters is 


the feeling. This is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we fight to 


deny it; but it is of course a lie. Beneath our poised appearance we are completely 


out of control.

— THE MEROVINGIAN









You can’t blame me. I mean that literally, you’re incapable of blaming me. You’re human. Being 


human is choosing freedom over imprisonment, autonomy over dependency, liberty over 


servitude. You can’t blame me because you know (you’ve always known) that an eternity with 


nothing to do but praise god sounds utterly unappealing. You’d be catatonic after an hour. 


Heaven’s a swiz because to get in you have to leave yourself outside. You can’t blame me because 


- and please do be honest with yourself this once - you’d have left, too.

— I, LUCIFER
I guess it's a comfort, perhaps a sense of self control, doing worse damage to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict
- Chuck Palahniuk