I stick my finger in existence — it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? How came I here? What is this thing called the world? What does this world mean? Who is it that has lured me into the world? Why was I not consulted, why not made acquainted with its manners and customs instead of throwing me into the ranks, as if I had been bought by a kidnapper, a dealer in souls? How did I obtain an interest in this big enterprise they call reality? Why should I have an interest in it? Is it not a voluntary concern? And if I am to be compelled to take part in it, where is the director? I should like to make a remark to him. Is there no director? Whither shall I turn with my complaint?
Author: Soren Kierkegaard
The war between being and nothingness is the underlying illness of the twentieth century. Boredom slays more of existence than war.
Author: Norman Mailer
In some ways, you know, people that don't exist, are much nicer than people that do.
Author: Lewis Carroll