the deepest subjective experiences are also the most universal, because through them one reaches the universal source of life.

I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.

If we manage to last in spite of everything, it is because our infirmities are so many and so contradictory that they cancel each other out.

If you're unlucky enough not to have alcoholic parents, it takes you a whole lifetime of intoxication to overcome the dead weight of their virtues.

No one can do without some semblance of immortality, and even less will they deny themselves the right to seek it out in the form of this or that reputation, starting with the literary... Since death has come to be accepted by all as the absolute end, everyone writes.

We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.