What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

Facts and particulars annoy me.

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort