“You have something I want… five minutes here… an hour someplace else: … two… four…eight. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself… Every day die a little… It takes up the time.”
– Naked Lunch- William Burroughs (via loscheveresyaestantomados)
To him who is one of Nature’s lucky strokes, to him unto whom
He enjoys that which is beneficial to him.
His pleasure in anything ceases when the limits of what is beneficial to him are overstepped.
He divines the remedies for partial injures; his illnesses are the great stimulants of his existence. he understands how to exploit serious accidents.
He understands how to exploit his serious accidents.
He grows stronger under the misfortunes which threaten to annihilate him,
He instinctively gathers from all he sees, hears, and experiences, the materials for what concerns him most-he pursues a selective principle-he rejects a good deal.
He reacts with that tardiness which long caution and deliberate pride have bred in him-he tests the stimulus: whence does it come? Whither does it lead? He does not submit.
He is always in his own company, whether his intercourse be with books, with men, or with Nature.
He honours anything by choosing it, by conceding to it, by trusting it.”
– The Will To Power - Friedrich Nietzsche (via existentialmau)
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