No longer ask me for my program: isn't breathing one? - Emil Cioran

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.

I am displeased with everything. If they made me God, I would immediately resign.

Even in childhood I watched the hours flow, independent of any reference, any action, any event, the disjunction of time from what was not itself, its autonomous existence, its special status, its empire, its tyranny. I remember quite clearly that afternoon when, for the first time, confronting the empty universe, I was no more than a passage of moments reluctant to go on playing their proper parts. Time was coming unstuck from being — at my expense.