Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.

The premonition of madness is complicated by the fear of lucidity in madness, the fear of the moments of return and reunion... One would welcome chaos if one were not afraid of lights in it.

I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time.

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.

Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful.