Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.

A sudden silence in the middle of a conversation suddenly brings us back to essentials: it reveals how dearly we must pay for the invention of speech.

What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.

What do you do from morning to night?" "I endure myself.

How easy it is to be "deep": all you have to do is let yourself sink into your own flaws.

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?