...the space which [books] occupied was itself an expectation.

Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.

There is no God and we are his prophets.

People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.

Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

You have my whole heart. You always did.

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.

He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.

He could not construct for the child's pleasure the world he'd lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child had known this better than he.

Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die.

Clean your home first before complaining about others.

We go from curiosity to a search for communion.

To achieve, you need thought

I could care less if people talk about us or not. We know what we can do here. It's an exciting time for us.

One has never said better how much "humanism", "normality", "quality of life" were nothing but the vicissitudes of profitability.

What a surprise (we all know how tolerant the tolerant are).

The journey has been a parody of my life recently: rushing, waiting, wandering, feeling lost and losing sleep, wondering if I'm getting anywhere.

I like African and avant-garde music, anything that's vaguely interesting. Hard rock I get a bit bored with because it's what I do. So anything outside of hard rock's fine by me.

Excuse me, there's no pretense here. I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow.

Graduation is not the conclusion of an achievement but simply the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another chapter