The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail.
Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is here. At the beginning. Hell is what the infant must experience before he gets to us.
I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.
The fact that I lost my son permeates my being.
[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.
We are not programmed to bury our kids.
The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.
To outlive one's child is a terrible thing, but to do so because your child has taken his or her life is horrible.
I thought I'd reached the bottom a few times, but then I'd realise there was another 30 floors of despair below that.
Hell is indefinite.
