Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

Society: an inferno of saviors!

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

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

For a long time—always, in fact—I have known that life here on earth is not what I needed and that I wasn’t able to deal with it; for this reason and for this reason alone, I have acquired a touch of spiritual pride, so that my existence seems to me the degradation and the erosion of a psalm.

I am like a broken puppet whose eyes have fallen inside.