« Mais à quoi bon prêcher ces milliards de somnambules, qui marchent au chaos d’un pas égal, sous la houlette de leurs séducteurs spirituels et sous le bâton de leurs maîtres ? Ils sont coupables parce qu’ils sont innombrables, les masses de perdition doivent mourir, pour qu’une restauration de l’homme soit possible. Mon prochain n’est pas un insecte aveugle et sourd, n’est pas un automate spermatique. Que nous importe le néant de ces esclaves ? Nul ne les sauve ni d’eux-mêmes, ni de l’évidence, tout se dispose à les précipiter dans les ténèbres, ils furent engendrés au hasard des accouplements, puis naquirent à l’égal des briques sortant de leur moule, et les voici formant des rangées parallèles et dont les tas s’élèvent jusqu’aux nues. Sont-ce des hommes ? Non, la masse de perdition ne se compose jamais d’hommes »
- Albert Caraco

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.
- Poppy Z. Brite

J'aimerais être libre, éperdument libre. Libre comme un mort-né.
- Cioran

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.
- William Gibson

Ash: Is this what you wanted? For this you abandoned us all? To spend the rest of your life as a hollow shell in a hospital bed, staring at nothing?
Murphy: How can you be so sure? Do I look like a hollow shell? Do I? Reality is only what we tell ourselves it is! That's all! I choose this one. I prefer this reality. - Avalon

Sometimes the appropriate response to reality is to go insane.
- Philip K Dick

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. Which road do I take? she asked. Where do you want to go? was his response. I don't know, Alice answered. Then, said the cat, it doesn't matter.
- Lewis Carroll

Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon.
- HP Lovecraft

And how I've aged through this / Duration of emptiness / And how much I've sacrificed / Just to feel crucified / How small our joy now seems / Behind these broken dreams / And how numb my heart is still / and so much time to kill / You gave your love to me / it was the gift of agony / And how I've aged through this / duration of emptiness
- Unto Ashes

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