Endri

“This planet was a marketplace where evil tugged murderously at its chains. Its spies were everywhere. At windy corners where young girls with knowing children’s faces were selling flowers and matches, on the operating tables at the hospitals, in the slums, at railway stations, under viaducts.”
― Paul Leppin, Blaugast: A Novel of Decline

“I myself am an absolute abyss.”
― Antonin Artaud

“The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.”
― Stéphane Mallarme

“...the special quality of works of Art being to produce the momentary conviction that anything else whatever could not possibly be so good.”
― M.P. Shiel, The Purple Cloud