A book has to dig through the wounds, more, it has cause a new one, a book it has to be dangerous.

Between the demand to be clear,and the temptation to be obscure, impossible to decide which deserves more respect.

The source of our actions resides in an unconscious propensity to regard ourselves as the center, the cause, and the conclusion of time. Our reflexes and our pride transform into a planet the parcel of flesh and consciousness we are.

We change ideas like neckties.

We cannot be normal and alive at the same time.

Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile: Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.

Humanity adores only those who cause it to perish.