Nihillus

“غرور و شادی‌ام را به دیگران دادم. گناه، دیوانگی، ضعف و اندوهم را به تو می‌دهم.”
― James Joyce, Letters to Nora

“Blood is on these hands, these ink-stained hands, but I don’t feel the sin. I think maybe we die every day. Maybe we’re born new each dawn, a little changed, a little further on our own road. When enough days stand between you and the person you were, you’re strangers. Maybe that’s what growing up is. Maybe I have grown up.”
― Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns

“...of all the kinds of decay in this world, decadent purity is the most malignant.”
― Yukio Mishima, Confessions of a Mask

“Truth cared nothing for stories. The real world was indifferent to what people wanted to be, to how they wanted everything to turn out. Betrayers came from everywhere, including inside his own body, his own mind. He could trust no one, not even himself.”
― Steven Erikson, Forge of Darkness