We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.

What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?

We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.

One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.