Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

Never to have occasion to take a position, to make up one's mind, or to define oneself - there is no wish I make more often.

If you're unlucky enough not to have alcoholic parents, it takes you a whole lifetime of intoxication to overcome the dead weight of their virtues.

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

The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.

Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.

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