Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.

We inhabit a language rather than a country.

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

Read day and night, devour books - these sleeping pills - not to know but to forget! Through books you can retrace your way back to the origins of spleen, discarding history and its illusions.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

What are you waiting for in order to give up?

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.