This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this and I do not. Everything is unique - and insignificant.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

He who hates himself is not humble.

I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.

Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.

Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in.

The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.