Discretion is deadly to genius; ruinous to talent.

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

To defy heredity is to defy billions of years, to defy the first cell

I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.

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

The fear of your own solitude, of its vast surface and its infinity… Remorse is the voice of solitude. And what does this whispering voice say? Everything in us that is not human anymore.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.