And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death — Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
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And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself.

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
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