Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.
Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?
Under each formula lies a corpse.
We change ideas like neckties.
Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.
I have all the defects of other people yet everything they do seems to me inconceivable.