Stanley Crouch Quotes

"Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?" The Imass shrugged before replying. "I think of futility, Adjunct." "Do all Imass think about futility?" "No. Few think at all." "Why is that?" The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. "Because, Adjunct, it is futile."

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway.

Futility has become a great subject, full of opportunities.

Nothing makes sense, why should I?

The point is there ain't no point.

Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole.

Life may be not only meaningless but absurd.

Have all the hopes of ages come to naught? Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?

It's really easy to slide into a depression fueled by the pointlessness of existence.

Maybe the universe will get tired of me.

Famously, there's not really anywhere to go after nihilism. It's not progressing toward anything, it's a statement of outrage, however brilliant.

It seems as if life and hope must cease together.

'Sam Stone' is a song about futility.

Life is tragic and absurd, and none of it has any purpose at all.

I searched all areas of knowledge, and not only did I fail to find anything, but I was convinced that all those who had explored as I did had also come up with nothing. Not only had they found nothing, but they had clearly acknowledged the same thing that had brought me to despair: the only absolute knowledge attainable by man is that life is meaningless.

It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.

Why should anything happen when everything has happened?

Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.

Nothing matters. Nothing matters.

He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach - that it makes no sense.

It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.