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.

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.

Should I be what I think? But I think about being so many things!

Friends: not one. Just a few acquaintances who imagine they feel something for me and who might be sorry if a train ran over me and the funeral was on a rainy day.

I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.

The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own

Ser compreendido é prostituir-se.