“Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's t…” — Emil Cioran

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.

Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.

In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary.