I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.

So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.

What music appeals to in us it is difficult to know; what we do know is that music reaches a zone so deep that madness itself cannot penetrate there.

Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.

Death makes no sense except to people who have passionately loved life. How can one die without having something to part from? Detachment is a negation of both life and death. Whoever has overcome his fear of death has also triumphed over life. For life is nothing but another word for this fear.

We must learn how to explode! Any disease is healthier than the one provoked by a hoarded rage.