Sarcasm Is The Protest Of

I Felt That I Was Not, Never Had Been And Never Would Be A Living Part Of This Overpoweringly Solid And Deeply Meaningful World Around Me.

It Is A Sad Day When One Looks Back And Sees That His Largest Regrets Have Become Some Of The Most Integral Elements Of His Dreams.

Nothing Endures. Not A Tree. Not Love. Not Even Death By Violence.

Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

We Are All Born Equally Far From The Sun.