The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.

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.

Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.

Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.

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.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person