We worship perfection because we can't have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.

I come closer to my desk as to a bulwark against life.

I'm going to end a life that I thought could contain every kind of greatness but that in fact consisted only of my incapacity to really want to be great. Whenever I arrived at a certainty, I remembered that those with the greatest certainties are lunatics.

If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.

To live strikes me as a metaphysical mistake of matter, a dereliction of inaction.

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

Multipliquei-me para me sentir.