I think, therefore I am. I think too much, therefore I am not. I am not, therefore I am nothing. I am nothing, therefore I am dead. And if I am dead, then why am I still so goddamn lonely?
When you are alone with yourself all the time, with no one but yourself, you begin to go deeper and deeper into yourself until you lose yourself. It’s a perverse contradiction. It’s like your ego begins to disintegrate until you have no ego. Not in the sense that you become humble or gain some kind of perspective, but that you literally lose your sense of self.
It’s the beauty, not the ugly, that hurts the most.
Half logic is not logical.
Who is ever completely sure about anything?
Emotion is for losers.
Destination gives us direction sometimes.
You can’t help those who won’t help themselves.
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Superman does good. We do well.
Not all who wander are lost.
Life is always perilous. That’s what gives it its spice.
I’m too old to be this poor.
