To write books is to have a certain relation with original sin. For what is a book if not a loss of innocence, an act of aggression, a repetition of our Fall?

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?

The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.

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

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.

What pride to discover that nothing belongs to you - what a revelation.

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.