Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

I've reached the point where tedium is a person, the incarnate fiction of my own company.

Let's absurdify life, from east to west. Let us play hide-and-seek with our consciousness of living.

I believe that saying a thing is to keep its virtues and take away its terror.

I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.

Every day things happen in the world that cannot be explained by any law of things we know. Every day they're mentioned and forgotten, and the same mystery that brought them takes them away, transforming their secret into oblivion. Such is the law by which things that can't be explained must be forgotten. The visible world goes on as usual in the broad daylight. Otherness watches us from the shadows.

I know nothing and my heart aches