Something must happen; that is the reason for most human relationships. Something must happen; even servitude in love, in war, ordeath.

In order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul

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.

Something must happen; that is the reason for most human relationships. Something must happen; even servitude in love, in war, ordeath.

There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.

Thinking of the future, establishing aims for oneself, having preferences-all this presupposes a belief in freedom, even if one occasionally ascertains that one doesn't feel it.

Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him?