God Put Self-pity By The

So The Thing That Bothered Me Most Was That The Condemned Man Had To Hope The Machine Would Work The First Time.

In Order To Exist, Man Must Rebel, But Rebellion Must Respect The Limits That It Discovers In Itself - Limits Where Minds Meet, And In Meeting, Begin To Exist.

From The Evening Breeze To This Hand On My Shoulder, Everything Has Its Truth.

As Soon As One Does Not Kill Oneself, One Must Keep Silent About Life.

The More I Accuse Myself, The More Right I Have To Judge You. Even Better, I Make You Judge Yourself, Which Comforts Me The More.