Once, death was much in demand, / you hid in me.

— Paul Celan

Evil is without ‘why’ because its raison d'être is to proclaim that everything which exists has no meaning, obeys no order, pursues no aim, depends only on the power it can exercise to impose its will on the objects of its appetite.

- André Green

By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Auto at night. 1930s

From Jugend, 1900

Justice can sleep for years and awaken when it is least expected. A miracle is nothing more than dormant justice from another time arriving to compensate those it has cruelly abandoned. Whoever knows this is willing to suffer, for he knows that nothing is in vain.

- Mark Helprin, Winter's Tale