I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.

In order to exist just once in the world, it is necessary never again to exist.

It is necessary to fall in love... if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.

Give up the tyranny of female charm.

Basically, at the very bottom of life, which seduces us all, there is only absurdity, and more absurdity. And maybe that's what gives us our joy for living, because the only thing that can defeat absurdity is lucidity.

Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.

Where there is no hope, we must invent it.