“ The world outside had its own rules, and those rules were not human. ”
The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.
~ Michel Houellebecq
Anything can happen in life, especially nothing.
An entire life spent reading would have fulfilled my every desire; I already knew that at the age of seven. The texture of the world is painful, inadequate; unalterable, or so it seems to me. Really, I believe that an entire life spent reading would have suited me best. Such a life has not been granted me...
Life is painful and disappointing. It is useless, therefore, to write new realistic novels. We generally know where we stand in relation to reality and don’t care to know any more.
