Trees are massacred, houses go up — faces, faces everywhere. Man is spreading. Man is the cancer of the earth.

Transmitting one's flaws [through procreation] to someone else is a crime. I could never consent to give life to someone who would inherent my ailments.

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

In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.

What are you waiting for in order to give up?

Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.