Nick Land Quotes

If there is a conclusion it is zero.

Do we really lack the delicacy to let God die quietly, on his own, like a dog?

Nothing human makes it out of the near-future.

Hell has no interest in our debauched moral currency.

Matter signals to its lost voyagers, telling them that their quest is vain, and that their homeland already lies in ashes behind them.

One ascends into profundity, but profundity is nothing but a complication of the shallows, and 'one' is nowhere.

Space echoes like an immense tomb, yet the stars still burn. Why does the sun take so long to die ?

Organs crawl like aphids upon the immobile motor of becoming

You scrape away your face and step into the dark...

This book was supposed to be finished at Easter, like God.