My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas.

Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off.

Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.