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.

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?

A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

Fear can supplant our real problems only to the extent -unwilling either to assimilate or to exhaust it -we perpetuate it within ourselves like a temptation and enthrone it at the very heart of our solitude.

Transmitting one's flaws [through procreation] to someone else is a crime. I could never consent to give life to someone who would inherent my ailments.

I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.