The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

The only way of enduring one disaster after the next is to love the very idea of disaster: if we succeed, there are no further surprises, we are superior to whatever occurs, we are invincible victims.

The need for novelty is the characteristic of an alienated gorilla.

We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

All the concessions we make to Eros are holes in our desire for the absolute.