"The Sadeian libertine cannot forgive the mother, not for what she is, but for what she has done – for having thoughtlessly, needlessly inflicted life upon him. Therefore he conducts his irreconcileable existence entirely upon a metaphysical plane; his whole life is a violent protest against an irreversible condition because, though it is easy to stop living, it is impossible to erase the fact of one's birth. One may not remove oneself from history, though Sade tried to do it. His will directs he should be buried in a ditch, and 'the ditch, once covered over, about it acorns shall be strewn, in order that the spot become green again, and the copse grown back thick over it, the traces of my grave may disappear from the face of the earth, as I trust the memory of me shall fade out of the minds of all men.'"
–"The Sadeian Woman: An Exercise in Cultural History" by Angela Carter
Now that's nihilistic, even for me.