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

I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time.

If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.

Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.

If a man has not, by the time he is thirty, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism—I don't know whether he is to be admired or scorned, regarded as a saint or a corpse.

Wherever we go, we come up against the human, a repulsive ubiquity before which we fall into stupor and revolt, a perplexity on fire.

The sole means of protecting your solitude is to offend everyone, beginning with those you love.