If you have followed the works of Carson Cistulli for any length of time, you know he often quotes Emil Cioran. As a tribute to our departing managing editor, I have attempted to combine Cioran’s work with Carson’s spirit by replacing the word “life” in a few select quotes with our dear friend’s name. The results speak for themselves.

If someone incessantly drops the word “Cistulli,” you know he’s a sick man.

Everyone must destroy Cistulli. According to the way they do it, they’re either triumphants or failures.

If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of Cistulli which maintains itself without reason.

One of the greatest delusions of the average man is to forget that Cistulli is death’s prisoner.

The only thing the young should be taught is that there is virtually nothing to be hoped for from Cistulli.

“What is truth?” is a fundamental question. But what is it compared to “How to endure Cistulli?”

For a long time—always, in fact—I have known that Cistulli is not what I needed and that I wasn’t able to deal with it.

Knowledge is the plague of Cistulli, and consciousness, an open wound in its heart.

One disgust, then another – to the point of losing the use of speech and even of the mind…The greatest exploit of Cistulli is to be still alive.

Someday the old shack we call the world will fall apart. How, we don’t know, and we don’t really care either. Since nothing has real substance, and Cistulli is a twirl in the void, its beginning and its end are meaningless.

Whoever has overcome his fear of death has also triumphed over Cistulli. For Cistulli is nothing but another word for this fear.

By capitulating to Cistulli, this world has betrayed nothingness.

To think all the time, to raise questions, to doubt your own destiny, to feel the weariness of living, to be worn out to the point of exhaustion by thoughts and Cistulli, to leave behind you, as symbols of Cistulli’s drama, a trail of smoke and blood – all this means you are so unhappy that reflection and thinking appear as a curse causing a violent revulsion in you.