Better to be an animal than a man, an insect than an animal, a plant than an insect, and so on. Salvation? Whatever diminishes the kingdom of consciousness and compromises its supremacy.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

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

For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

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

Much more than our other needs and endeavors, it is sexuality that puts us on an even footing with our kind: the more we practice it, the more we become like everyone else: it is in the performance of a reputedly bestial function that we prove our status as citizens: nothing is more public than the sexual act.

History proves nothing because it contains everything.