A liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It's a vice, at times a comfort, or a selfishness.

We are condemned to live together.

I said that the world is absurd, but I was too hasty. This world in itself is not reasonable, that is all that can be said. But what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart.

There is nothing abstract about pain. It is specific, it is real, and, when it is intense, it is world destroying.

True debauchery is liberating because it creates no obligations. In it you possess only yourself, hence it remains the favorite pastime of the great lovers of their own person.

The look of success, when it is worn a certain way, would infuriate a jackass.

Whatever prevents you from doing your work has become your work.