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

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

A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.

To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.

Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?

Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.

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.