"No. Not a disaster. Weave this into the story of you. Walk out of its ruins. Save those who still can be saved. I'm on your side."

"I was with them and yet I was alone."

"Not askin' you to never give up. Sometimes you gotta let go. Just don't let anyone change who you are. 'kay?"

"Good morning, Elysium. Soon you will return to the world."


"I've felt the cold hand of my mortality
Through imminent mnemonic of life's futility
fighting spirit fused to vitriolic chagrin,
pondered means, existential capability

I've pitched my wits towards rebellion
made peace and friend with some companion
found strength in numbers made solitude abandon,
great exhaustion in modal deviation

I've crunched the numbers on the people's math
immersed in life's great struggle like a bath
apprehension's effluviam and palletted path,
little cold, alienating, as friend's wrath

That I should find luck in warmth,
a gentle hand, laugh and mirth
might be expectation, lesser rule
Life's affirmation, sift through the cruel."


"What else can I desire than to exclude nothing and to learn how to braid with white thread and black thread a single cord stretched to the breaking-point?"- Return to Tipasa, 1952, Albert Camus.

"There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it -- no larger than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore.
Ever.
Never ever."
"a will to live without rejecting anything of life, which is the virtue I honor most in this world."

“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”

"Laugh, and the world laughs with you;. Weep, and you weep alone;. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own."

"A man can be himself only so long as he is alone, and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom, for it is only when he is alone that he is really free."