Our place is somewhere between being and nonbeing - between two fictions.

I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.

A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.

The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.

I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.

Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity.