The only free mind is one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.

To have committed every crime but that of being a father.

An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

What music appeals to in us it is difficult to know; what we do know is that music reaches a zone so deep that madness itself cannot penetrate there.

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a long, superfluous, labor of verification.