Only those moments count, when the desire to remain by yourself is so powerful that you'd prefer to blow your brains out than exchange a word with someone.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

Wherever we go, we come up against the human, a repulsive ubiquity before which we fall into stupor and revolt, a perplexity on fire.

Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.

To possess a high degree of consciousness, to be always aware of yourself in relation to the world, to live in the permanent tension of knowledge, means to be lost for life.

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

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