One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

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

Criticism is a misconception: we must read not to understand others but to understand ourselves.

Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.

Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.

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

Normal people have nothing to forget.