Wherever we go, we come up against the human, a repulsive ubiquity before which we fall into stupor and revolt, a perplexity on fire.

True moral elegance consists in the art of disguising one's victories as defeats.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.

One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.

What is pity but the vice of kindness.

On Creating — What we crave, what we want to see in others eyes, is that servile expression, an unconcealed infatuation with our gestures.

Only those moments count, when the desire to remain by yourself is so powerful that you'd prefer to blow your brains out than exchange a word with someone.