absurd

To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing.

Absurdity and anti__bsurdity are the two poles of creative energy.

Absurdity is one of the most human things about us: a manifestation of our most advanced and interesting characteristics.

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.

Some stories have to be written because no one would believe the absurdity of it all.

If warm air rises, Heaven could be hotter than Hell.

How unbearable, for women, is the tenderness which a man can give them without love. For men, how bittersweet this is.

It's easy for common people to say what they think about the government. No one listens to them.

Everything not forbidden is compulsory

In Newcastle, Kurt announced from the stage, __ am a homosexual, I am a drug user, and I fuck pot-bellied pigs,_ another classic Cobainism, though only one of his three claims was true.

Everyone has a photographic Memory, some just don't have film.

Practical affairs task the human brain throughout the day. At night, the mind takes a deserved hiatus to consider the impossible and the absurd. In the carnage of our nighttime sleep tussles, the colored liqueurs of the true, the possible, fantasy, and the mythic beliefs become intermixed. Eyelets of the commonsensical and the imaginative are incorporated, and a new realism emerges out of our distilled perception of the veridical derived from the phenomenal realm of sensory reality and the philosophic world of ideals contained in the noumenal realm. The resultant psychobiologic vision immerses us in bouts of intoxicating inspiration and artistic stimulation and leaves us rickety boned and weakened after enduring a dreaded hangover of perpetual doubt laced with vagueness and insecurity.

When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

People strive to be ahead of time just to get a chance to trip it.

I did not marry the first girl that I fell in love with, because there was a tremendous religious conflict, at the time. She was an atheist, and I was an agnostic.

I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.

I just can't listen to any more Wagner, you know...I'm starting to get the urge to conquer Poland.

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.