To exist is a habit I do not despair of acquiring.
I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.
We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.
Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?
The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?
What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.