There is no longer a single idea explaining everything, but an infinite number of essences giving a meaning to an infinite number of objects. The world comes to a stop, but also lights up.

To lose one's life is no great matter; when the time comes I'll have the courage to lose mine. But what's intolerable is to see one's life being drained of meaning, to be told there's no reason for existing. A man can't live without some reason for living.

I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me.

What would become of the world if the condemned started to confide their heartaches to the executioners?

One recognizes one's course by discovering the paths that stray from it.

[Love] is the type of disease that spares neither the intelligent nor the idiotic.

One always has exaggerated ideas about what one doesn't know.