We interest others by the misfortune we spread around us.

Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without hating each other to death?

The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.

It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false

A book is a suicide postponed.

Self-conscious rejection of the absolute is the best way to resist God; thus illusion, the substance of life, is saved.