No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.

When one has extensively pondered about men, as a career or as a vocation, one sometimes feels nostalgic for primates. At least they do not have ulterior motives.

I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.

Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.

Accept life, take it as it is? Stupid. The means of doing otherwise? Far from our having to take it, it is life that possesses us and on occasion shuts our mouths.

The most exhausting effort in my life has been to suppress my own nature in order to make it serve my biggest plans.

For years I've wanted to live according to everyone else's morals. I've forced myself to live like everyone else, to look like everyone else. I said what was necessary to join together, even when I felt separate. And after all of this, catastrophe came. Now I wander amid the debris, I am lawless, torn to pieces, alone and accepting to be so, resigned to my singularity and to my infirmities. And I must rebuild a truth-after having lived all my life in a sort of lie.