Khai

“Am I in the wrong place here, or in the wrong life? Did I not recognize, as I sat in a train that raced past a station and did not stop, that I was on the wrong train, and did I not learn from the conductor that the train would not stop at the next station, either, a hundred kilometers away, and did he not also admit to me, whispering with his hand shielding his mouth, that the train would not stop again at all?”
― Werner Herzog, Conquest of the Useless: Reflections from the Making of Fitzcarraldo

“To rush headlong into the comforting darkness of selfhood as a reborn human being, or even as beast, an unhappy ghost, a denizen of hell. Anything rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated Reality.”
― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

“By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Abgeschieden vom Lärm des Alltags ist da immer die Sicherheit, dass in uns noch jemand ist, der auf uns aufpasst, auch wenn wir das nicht sehen und nicht hören wollen.”
― Ben Void, Gottes tote Katze und die Last der Existenz: Nihilistische Geschichten