I don’t understand how people can believe in God, even when I myself think of him everyday.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

Word - that invisible dagger.

As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy.

Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?