A man is more a man through the things he keeps to himself than through those he says.

... there are two types of happiness and I have chosen that of the murderers. For I am happy. There was a time when I thought I had reached the limit of distress. Beyond that limit, there is a sterile and magnificent happiness.

I was absent at the moment I took up the most space.

Have you noticed that only death arouses our emotions? How we love thee friends who have just passed away, right? How we admire those master who no longer speak, their mouths full of dirt. We them we are not obligated.

If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow, it can also take place in joy.

In the world there is, parallel to the force of death and constraint, an enormous force of persuasion that is called culture.

To begin with, poor people´s memory is less nourished than that of a rich; it has fewer landmarks in space because they seldom leave the place where they live, and fewer reference points in time throughtout lives that are grey and featureless.