What we need is not a skilled monetary driver of the economic vehicle continuously turning the steering wheel to adjust to the the unexpected irregularities of the route, but some means of keeping the monetary passenger who is in the back seat as ballast from occasionally leaning over and giving the steering wheel a jerk that threatens to send the car off the road.

Ik heb niet meer geslapen sinds ik opgestaan ben.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

People think it’s all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn’t do it. After all, we’re not fucking stupid. At least, we’re not that fucking stupid.

If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?