the Absurd

“I know my father’s name; I was told he was called God, but the name means nothing to me.”

- Have you ever read a grammar book?

I know that I woke and that I am still asleep. My old body, worn down by life, tells me that it is still very early... I feel distantly feverish. For some reason, I weigh heavy on myself...

I have spread my dreams under your feet.

Wild nights - Wild nights!

You do not exist, I know that, but can I be sure that I exist? Does the I who allows you to exist in me necessarily have more real life than you, than the dead life that lives you?

Do not make the infantile mistake of asking the meaning of things and words. Nothing has any meaning.

Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.