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?

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

What are you waiting for in order to give up?

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

Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.