When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.

The pleasure of despair. But then, it is in despair that we find the most acute pleasure, especially when we are aware of the hopelessness of the situation...
...everything is a mess in which it is impossible to tell what's what, but that despite this impossibility and deception it still hurts you, and the less you can understand, the more it hurts.

We're a nation hungry for more joy: Because we're starving from a lack of gratitude.

The deepest and most enduring thirst common to us all is the desire for love and happiness. You and I spend a great part of our lives struggling towards self-fulfilment and joy, while at the same time we are very occupied in the daily responsibilities to our families, our work, the countless little things that absorb our time.

We crave permission openly to become our secret selves.

We have a need for enchantment that is as deep and devoted as our need for food and water.

Cos we're starving We're hungry for more of the good stuff Thirsty for more of the bad stuff When you gonna show us the way?

We seek and offer ourselves to be gulled.

The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?

It is only after the deepest darkness that the greatest joy can come

We are so vulnerable in our pleasures and desires.

Most lead lives at worst so painful, at best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principle appetites of the soul.

We crave experiences that will make us be present, but the cravings themselves take us from the present moment.

I embrace hardship and privation with ecstatic delight; I want everything the world holds; I would go to prison or to the scaffold for the sake of the experience. I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck. I grow delirious to contemplate the delicious horrors that are certain to happen to me. This is the keynote of my life, the untrammeled delight in every possibility of existence, potential or actual.