Fail, fail again, fail better.
What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.
The essential is never to arrive anywhere, never to be anywhere. The essential is to go on squirming forever at the edge of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven a sporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits. I've swallowed three hooks and am still hungry. Hence the howls. What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but strech out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for eternity.
What do we do now, now that we are happy?
How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.
What are we doing here, that is the question.
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never.
People are bloody ignorant apes.
The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust
If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
Words fail, there are times when even they fail.
The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.
The only sin is the sin of being born.
To restore silence is the role of objects.
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
That's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough.
There's never an end for the sea.
It was the only way to progress, to stop.
I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.
The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.
When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.
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