I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.

I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.

I feel completely detached from any country, any group. I am a metaphysically displaced person

What do you do from morning to night?" "I endure myself.

It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas.