Errol Morris Quotes

Black is the Color and none is the number

Emptiness has its solace in that there's nothing left to take.

There comes a time when the blankness of the future is just so extreme, it's like such a black wall of nothingness. Not of bad things like a cave full of monsters and so, you're afraid of entering it. It's just nothingness, the void, emptiness and it is just horrible. It's like contemplating a future-less future and so you just want to step out of it. The monstrosity of being alive overwhelms you.

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

I am nothing, and not even that.

Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.

Everything depends on this: a fathomless sinking into a fathomless nothingness.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

Six is the hardest number for me to experience, the smallest. It's the absence of something - it's cold, dark, almost like a black hole. If someone tells me they are depressed, I might imagine myself in the hole of a six to help me empathise.

But to me nothing - the negative, the empty - is exceedingly powerful.

An intimate core of my being recognizes that there is nothing in me that can go on: there is no spark; there is no infestation of vaporous miasma that has the capacity to continue, and there is nothing in me that wishes to continue. This moment is, for me, all that there is, and I'm willing to accept it. I'm a worm; I have no soul.

Boredom is not a thing. It's not a feeling or a condition. It is the absence of feelings, things and conditions.

I started with nothing. Less than nothing.

Evil is merely privative, not absolute: it is like cold, which is the privation of beat.

Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.

An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence

There's nothing I hate more than nothing.

And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.

It seems to leave the darkness rather blacker than before.

I go out there. I'm out there every day. [Pause] There is nothing out there.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing

I like to describe my life as a black hole with a little light out there.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.