Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach.

Transmitting one's flaws [through procreation] to someone else is a crime. I could never consent to give life to someone who would inherent my ailments.

I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.

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

I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.

I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time.

At this very moment, I am suffering—as we say in French, j’ai mal. This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else. Except for God, if that word can have a meaning.