Pestilentia Innamorata Quotes

“Time and space float and dissolve like sugar in wine. You are already dead, even though you haven’t yet been born. You’re nothing but a drop on the tip of your father’s crooked cod, a sigh in your mother’s sore throat. And yet the worms are standing in line, waiting for their feast to fester. Why should you dread your death?”
― Andre Solnikkar, Pestilentia Innamorata

“I shall lead you not to freedom, which is a dream – not to revenge, which is self-betrayal – but to oblivion. Let what is down come up, to the detriment of both. Let us purge this world from those who dwell above and restore silence to the land. Limp along, enlightened ones, you martyrs of folly, pilgrims to the void: Spread your stink, make the merry mice scurry into their corners, for your body is nothing but an extension of your mind and your mind has been rotting since birth. Rejoice in your decay, for a pile of excrement causes disgust, but a mountain of excrement causes awe and, eventually, admiration. Who, then, is with me?”
― Andre Solnikkar, Pestilentia Innamorata