We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture.

Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.

Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

I have all the defects of other people yet everything they do seems to me inconceivable.

If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.

We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.