EMIL CIORAN In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Saturday, February 20, 2021
never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I
belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could
never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me
to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.