I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.

Also, I do not like the companionship of women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their mysteries and secrets, they act and pretend. I like the character of men better.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

I spell 'god' with a small 'g' because I do not believe in him, but I love to swear by him.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

While analyzing so many people I realized the constant need of a mother, or a father, or a god (the same thing) is really immaturity. It is a childish need, a human need, but so universal that I can see how it gave birth to all religions.

Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned.