Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.

An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.

Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity.

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.

If you lack the power to demoralize yourself along with the age, to go as low and as far, do not complain of being misunderstood by it.

I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time.