Try to be free: you will die of hunger.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

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

After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence.

To act is to anchor in the imminent future.

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

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