The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.
So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.
Philosophers write for professors; thinkers for writers.
The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.
I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?
To write books is to have a certain relation with original sin. For what is a book if not a loss of innocence, an act of aggression, a repetition of our Fall?