Chris

“Death as the destruction of all things no longer had meaning when life was revealed to be a fatuous sequence of empty words, the hollow jingle of a jester’s cap and bells.”
― Michel Foucault, Madness and Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason

“Language itself had lost its solidity; it had become thin, contingent, slippery, a viscid film on which he was sliding around like an eyeball on a plate. An eyeball that could still see, however. That was the trouble.”
― Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

“The chronicle of a man, the account of his life, his historiography, written as he lived out his life formed part of the rituals of his power. The disciplinary methods reversed this relation, lowered the threshold of describable individuality and made of this description a means of control and a method of domination.”
― Michel Foucault, Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison

“When you trust, you are tender and delicate, but when you doubt, you are dangerous and destructive”
― Anaïs Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart: V3 in Nin's Continuous Novel