You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.
I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
They claim their labours are to build a heaven yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always has been, always will be…too late.
None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.
There are no coincidences, Delia... only the illusion of coincidence.
Who makes the world? Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there…a clock without a craftsman.
In an era of stress and anxiety, when the present seems unstable and the future unlikely, the natural response is to retreat and withdraw from reality, taking recourse either in fantasies of the future or in modified visions of a half-imagines past
A world grows up around me. Am I shaping it, or do its predetermined contours guide my hand?
I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.
They say we have we created the man to end all wars; I say we have created a man to end all worlds.
Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.
There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.
Artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
It's funny, but certain faces seem to go in and out of style. You look at old photographs and everybody has a certain look to them, almost as if they're related. Look at pictures from ten years later and you can see that there's a new kind of face starting to predominate, and that the old faces are fading away and vanishing, never to be seen again.
All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.
This city is dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips?
Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.
There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.
Artists use lies to tell the truth.
Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it's because she's getting older. It's true. She's aging more noticeably every day - while I am standing still. I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.
As I come to understand Vietnam and what it implies about the human condition, I also realize that few humans will permit themselves such an understanding.
Knowledge, like air, is vital to life. Like air, no one should be denied it.
Through my fingers, grains of sand fall randomly, an unorganized beam of silica that seems to be pregnant of all conceivable forms... But everything is an illusion. Things have their forms not only in space, but also in time. Like thick blocks of marble that brings encrusted in them, statues in the future.
Nothing's that simple, not even things that are simply awful.
With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty
Authority allows two roles: the torturer and the tortured. Twists people into joyless mannequins that fear and hate, while culture plunges into the abyss.
No. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Never compromise.
Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?
Love your rage, not your cage.
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