However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.

Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.

I have always struggled, with the sole intention of ceasing to struggle. Result: zero.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

A book has to dig through the wounds, more, it has cause a new one, a book it has to be dangerous.

What is pity but the vice of kindness.

My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconsciousness, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are.