Author of quotes: Emil Michel Cioran Cioran

All day - state acute nostalgia, nostalgia all around: for home, for childhood, that which their own hands have destroyed, for so many empty years, so many dry-eyed days... I don't get "life". I was created for the existence of absolutely wild, in absolute solitude, timeless, ghostly, a sunset Paradise. Calling to grief I brought to the point of Vice.

I, too - "the forgotten". As if anybody knew.

From the fear of becoming someone I eventually became nothing.

I live between nostalgia for the disaster and delight to routine.

I'm confused in words, as in other cases.

Guests at my table asked: "So this is where you write your books?" - I always want to reply "No, I do not write here".

What I think about the fits into the formula of one of the Buddhists of Tibet: "the World exists, but it is unrealistic".

Thoughts on the move, Nietzsche said. Walking dispels the idea, taught by Shankara.
I "tested" both theories.

Indifference is the ideal obsessed.

What a horrible sight for prying eyes our loneliness in all its nakedness!

I created that lost.

All the best and all the worst in me I owe to insomnia.

These confessions make a secret speaking about others.

The desire is true reality. Even regret has the same desire, only changed focus. The desire for what is no more.