Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.

The world I live in is loathsome to me, but I feel one with the men who suffer in it

Some cry: 'Love me!!' Others: 'Don't love me!!' But a certain genus, the worst and most unhappy, cries: 'Don't love me and be faithful to me!!'

In that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself--like a brother, really--I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.

But sometimes it takes more courage to live than to shoot yourself.

To two men living the same number of years, the world always provides the same sum of experiences. It is up to us to be conscious of them.

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