When you have understood that nothing is, that things do not even deserve the status of appearances, you no longer need to be saved, you are saved, and miserable forever.

To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible; to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future.

An individual dies ... when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within, and takes refuge there.

Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

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

Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.