The feeling of being the thousand years behind, or ahead, of the others, of belonging to the beginnings or to the end of humanity...
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He who hates himself is not humble.
Permalink to quote #130 It's not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
Permalink to quote #132 There was a time when time did not yet exist... The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.
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