“Often beauty is disguisedby appearance just as music can beby sound, the dreaming wish by the wakingwish until there's this terrible stressbecause a thing must finally reveal itself,break itself. Leaning shadow, cinderheart, shouts. In Gorky's The Unattainable,the line begins to free itself from anyutility of contour and becomes a trajectory.One day, Gorky hung himself from a beambut left us in charge of those ravishments.Hello, interior of the sun. Usually alone on Sundays, she won't get off until late,the man steams rice because it's cheapand easy and feels in its austerity poeticlike candles during a power outageor trying on overcoats all afternoon,buying none. ”

“So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastiness.”

“It was the upward-reaching and fathomlessly hungering, heart-breaking love for the beauty of the world at its most beautiful, and, beyond that, for that beauty east of the sun and west of the moon which is past the reach of all but our most desperate desiring and is finally the beauty of Beauty itself, of Being itself and what lies at the heart of Being.”

“I can bench press steam, but not fog. I just have to wait until the fog lifts itself.
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“Thus the will to live everywhere preys upon itself, and in different forms is its own nourishment, till finally the human race, because it subdues all the others, regards nature as a manufactory for its own use. Yet even the human race...reveals in itself with most terrible distinctness this conflict, this variance of the will with itself; and we find homo homini lupus.”

“On the Bigotry of Culture:: it presented us with culture, with thought as something justified in itself, that is, which requires no justification but is valid by it's own essence, whatever its concrete employment and content maybe. Human life was to put itself at the service of culture because only thus would it become charged with value. From which it would follow that human life, our pure existence was, in itself, a mean and worthless thing.”