I have no friends, I only have accomplices now. On the other hand, my accomplices are more numerous than my friends: they are the human race.

A true masterpiece does not tell everything.

Art and revolt will die only with the last man.

What did it matter if he existed for two or for twenty years? Happiness was the fact that he had existed.

Lucifer also has died with God, and from his ashes has arisen a spiteful demon who does not even understand the object of his venture.

The slave and those whose present life is miserable and who can find no consolation in the heavens are assured that at least the future belongs to them. The future is the only kind of property that the masters willingly concede to the slaves.

There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand. ...with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.