Consider love: is there a nobler outpouring, a rapture less suspect? Its shudders rival music, compete with the tears of solitude and of ecstasy: sublime...but a sublimity inseperable from the urinary tract: transports bordering upon excretion, a heaven of the glands, sudden sancitity of the orifices. It takes no more than a moment of attention for this intoxication, shaken, to cast you back into the ordures of physiology or a moment of fatigue to recognize that so much ardor produces only a variety of mucous.

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, chaos is being yourself.

What every man who loves his country hopes for in his inmost heart: the suppression of half his compatriots.

Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.

Life inspires more dread than death - it is life which is the great unknown.