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

I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.

Once we're able to see this world as an illusion and a phantasm, then we can see everything that happens to us as a dream, as something that pretended to exist while we were sleeping. And we will become subtly and profoundly indifferent towards all of life's setbacks and calamities. Those who die turned a corner, which is why we've stopped seeing them; those who suffer pass before us like a nightmare, if we feel, or like an unpleasant daydream, if we think. And even our own suffering won't be more than this nothingness.

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

We’ve been devastated by the severest and deadliest drought in history – that of our profound awareness of the futility of all effort and the vanity of all plans.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

I crave time in all its duration, and I want to be myself unconditionally.