“This mode of behaviour originates in the superstitious belief that transcendence is acquired in the precise ratio by which reason is destroyed.”

The essay form has superceded the novel as the vehicle that best suggests the prevailing apocalyptic gestalt, and as the talisman that is most able to repel the onset of paralysing dread.

These Dionysians obliterate themselves by removing filters, ultimately becoming insensate with sensation.

Until then, there’s a lot of work to be done.

The best of them will work alone, already a part of the enemy camp, and in chameleon-like style master the fifth-column algorithms to subvert the ancient regime.

We won’t know them by their name but their compensation will be to affect the outcome of the planet.

The disenfranchised offspring, along with an entire ageless class of human discards, know only that they are doomed.

And, in the future, while the dumb show of bohemianism plays itself out in the cookie cutter shape of the politically correct martyr/victim, aesthetic terrorists will not involve themselves in the dubious rewards of celebrity.

They are drawn to spikes and pentagrams, gasoline, guitars screaming like whips, MIDI-programmed Thanatos, with sufficient amplitude to occupy that hollow space where consciousness once resided.

Will we let ourselves be destroyed in our turn without a struggle, give up our homes, our country bequeathed to us by the Great Spirit, the graves of our dead and everything that is dear and sacred to us? I know you will cry with me, ‘Never! Never!’

Let us be enraged about injustice, but let us not be destroyed by it.

Furthermore, I think Carthage must be destroyed.

Whatever you can become will ultimately be destroyed. Only what you already are can’t be taken away.

It would be an endless battle if it were all up to ego because it does not destroy and is not destroyed by itself It is like a wave it makes itself up,It rushes forward getting nowhere really it crashes

My heart is moved by all I cannot save: so much has been destroyed I have to cast my lot with those who age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.

People weren’t buying as many records. My record company did not want me. I went through three record companies, went on tour at the wrong time. It destroyed me.

A thought of #hatred must be destroyed by a more powerful thought of #love.