To exist is a habit I do not despair of acquiring.

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

The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.

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

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

Tolerance cannot seduce the young.