One doesn't live in a country, one lives in a language.

However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.

My mission is to see things as they are. Exactly contrary of a mission.

The universal view melts things into a blur.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.

Paradise was unendurable, otherwise the first man would have adapted to it; this world is no less so, since here we regret paradise or anticipate another one. What to do? Where to go? Do nothing and go nowhere, easy enough.

A book has to dig through the wounds, more, it has cause a new one, a book it has to be dangerous.