Quotes About Existence

Gott schläft, und wir leben weiter.

Wir sind die Generation ohne Bindung und ohne Tiefe. Unsere Tiefe ist der Abgrund.

Und hinter allem? Hinter allem, was du Gott, Strom und Stern, Nacht, Spiegel oder Kosmos und Hilde oder Evelyn nennst – hinter allem stehst immer du selbst.Eisig einsam. Erbärmlich. Groß. Dein Gelächter. Deine Not. Deine Frage. Deine Antwort. Hinter allem,uniformiert, nackt oder sonstwie kostümiert, schattenhaft verschwankt, in fremder fast scheuer ungeahnt grandioser Dimension: Du selbst. Deine Liebe. Deine Angst.Deine Hoffnung.

A man dies... only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, he's forgotten, without a trace, as if he'd never even existed. And that's all.

One should no more rack one's brain about the problem of whether something one cannot know anything about exists all the same, than about the ancient problem of how many angels are able to sit on the point of a needle.

The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream?

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.

If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse.

There is no question that there is an unseen world. The problem is, how far is it from midtown and how late is it open?

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

Living is messy.

Life is short. Short, and not about anything except what you can touch and what touches you.

In my next life I want to live backwards. Start out dead and finish off as an orgasm.

Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.

How is it possible to find meaning in a finite world, given my waist and shirt size?

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?

So then, what do you believe in? Sex and death. Two things that come once in my lifetime. But at least after death you're not nauseous.

In the beginning, there was nothing. And God said, "Let there be light." And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a lot better.

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet. If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name at a Swiss bank.

The chief problem about death, incidentally, is the fear that there may be no afterlife - a depressing thought, particularly for those who bothered to shave. Also, there is the fear that there is an afterlife but no one will know where it's being held. On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done as easily laying down.

Yeah, that's what the present is. It's a little unsatisfying because life's a little unsatisfying.

He's dreaming, Cloquet thought, as he stood over him, revolver in hand. He's dreaming, and I exist in reality. Cloquet hated reality but realized it was still the only place to get a good steak.

Eternal nothingness is O.K. if you're dressed for it.