One hardly saves a world without ruling it.

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?

The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

We are all geniuses when we dream.

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

After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence.