The need for novelty is the characteristic of an alienated gorilla.
Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.
Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.
By virtue of depression, we recall those misdeeds we buried in the depths of our memory. Depression exhumes our shames.
Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.
Trees are massacred, houses go up — faces, faces everywhere. Man is spreading. Man is the cancer of the earth.