We cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job.

To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.

A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society

Where are my sensations? They have melted into... me, and what is this me, this self, but the sum of these evaporated sensations?

All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.

God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.

Just as ecstasy purifies you of the particular and the contingent, leaving nothing except light and darkness, so insomnia kills off the multiplicity and diversity of the world, leaving you prey to your private obsessions.