The desire to die was my one and only concern, to it I have sacrificed everything even death.

Author: Emile M. Cioran

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Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

To exist is a habit I do not despair of acquiring.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.

And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die.

Jazz is not dead, it just smells funny.