Reality is a creation of our excesses.

Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.

Each of us is born with a share of purity, predestined to be corrupted by our commerce with mankind, by that sin against solitude.

To defy heredity is to defy billions of years, to defy the first cell

The sole means of protecting your solitude is to offend everyone, beginning with those you love.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

The fear of your own solitude, of its vast surface and its infinity… Remorse is the voice of solitude. And what does this whispering voice say? Everything in us that is not human anymore.