In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.

I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person

Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.

When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, "What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act." And they do calm down.

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself.

True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.