Life is whatever we conceive it to be.

I belong to a generation - assuming that this generation includes others besides me - that lost its faith in the gods of the old religions as well as in the gods of modern nonreligions. I reject Jehova as I reject humanity.

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

Writing is like paying myself a formal visit.

I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.

pg 9, "The consciousness of life's unconsciousness is the oldest tax levied on the intelligence.