To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.

We inhabit a language rather than a country.

My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconsciousness, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are.

For a long time—always, in fact—I have known that life here on earth is not what I needed and that I wasn’t able to deal with it; for this reason and for this reason alone, I have acquired a touch of spiritual pride, so that my existence seems to me the degradation and the erosion of a psalm.

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

My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.