No one can do without some semblance of immortality, and even less will they deny themselves the right to seek it out in the form of this or that reputation, starting with the literary... Since death has come to be accepted by all as the absolute end, everyone writes.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing; but instead of nonchalantly promenading our own corruption, we exude our sweat and grow winded upon the fetid air.

A book is a suicide postponed.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

I am like a broken puppet whose eyes have fallen inside.

Everything is pathology, except for indifference.