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

The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

Afflicted with existence, each man endures like an animal the consequences which proceed from it. Thus, in a world where everything is detestable, hatred becomes huger than the world and, having transcended its object, cancels itself out.

All the concessions we make to Eros are holes in our desire for the absolute.

Think of God and not religion, of ecstasy and not mysticism. The difference between the theoretician of faith and the believer is as great as between the psychiatrist and the psychotic.

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

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.