The only way of enduring one disaster after the next is to love the very idea of disaster: if we succeed, there are no further surprises, we are superior to whatever occurs, we are invincible victims.

Freedom can be manifested only in the void of beliefs, in the absence of axioms, and only where the laws have no more authority than a hypothesis.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible; to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future.

Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

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

All the concessions we make to Eros are holes in our desire for the absolute.