stevemju

“Race stupide et idiote ! Tu te repentiras de te conduire ainsi. C'est moi qui te le dis. Tu t'en repentiras, va! Tu t'en repentiras. Ma poésie ne consistera qu'à attaquer, par tous les moyens, l'homme, cette bête fauve, et le Créateur, qui n'aurait pas dû engendrer une pareille vermine. Les volumes s'entasseront sur les volumes, jusqu'à la fin de ma vie, et cependant l'on n'y verra que cette seule idée, toujours présente à ma conscience !”
― Comte de Lautréamont, Les Chants de Maldoror

“As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a girl miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and esthetic ideals? It’s all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?”
― Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

“I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?”
― Emil Cioran, Tears and Saints