The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.
Try to be free: you will die of hunger.
Our first intuitions are the true ones.
Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.
A book has to dig through the wounds, more, it has cause a new one, a book it has to be dangerous.