Anyone who conceives of writing as an agreeable stroll towards a middle-class life-style will never write anything but crap.
Writing
You Englishmen,’ said Herr Wurter. ‘You are all the same. Wherever you are you behave as if you were at home and your word was law.
Humour
Death is its own best friend, and our dreams know it.
Dreams, Death
...perhaps, when it got utterly dark, the peace of the darkness would become the same as light so that my last experience would become as mysterious and musical as my first, so that in my last darkness there might not be the same need of understanding anything so far away as the world anymore.
Death, Meaning, Depression
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