How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.

We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide.

Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!