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.

Society: an inferno of saviors!

To possess a high degree of consciousness, to be always aware of yourself in relation to the world, to live in the permanent tension of knowledge, means to be lost for life.

Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.

Just as ecstasy purifies you of the particular and the contingent, leaving nothing except light and darkness, so insomnia kills off the multiplicity and diversity of the world, leaving you prey to your private obsessions.