Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.

A self-respecting man is a man without a country. A fatherland is birdlime.

Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.

I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.