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?

Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity.

We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.

Pursued by our origins... we all are.

Does our ferocity not derive from the fact that our instincts are all too interested in other people? If we attended more to ourselves and became the center, the object of our murderous inclinations, the sum of our intolerances would diminish.

A self-respecting man is a man without a country. A fatherland is birdlime.

One hardly saves a world without ruling it.