The radio comes back even louder than you remember it.
The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.
I do not forgive myself for being born. It is as if creeping into this world, I had profaned a mystery, betrayed some momentous pledge, committed a fault of nameless gravity.
Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.
I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?
I am overrun, infested with a menagerie of desires.
My own reasons for favouring talk of natural kinds is just that I believe the best accounts of the success of scientific theories presupposes the existence of natural kinds.
That's because Tod never brings anything but death and bad advice," I snapped. "That's not true. " Tod tried to grin, "Sometimes I bring pizza.
I never show the back of my tongue. That is a Dutch expression.