Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.
Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.
In order to have the stuff of a tyrant, a certain mental derangement is necessary.
If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.
There is no limit to suffering.
Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.