Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

Society: an inferno of saviors!

Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.

I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.