Writing is like paying myself a formal visit.
I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.
We live by actionโby acting on desire. Those of us who don't know how to wantโwhether geniuses or beggarsโare related by impotence.
Should you ask me if I'm happy, I'll answer that I'm not.
There are no norms. All people are exceptions to a rule that doesnโt exist.
To live strikes me as a metaphysical mistake of matter, a dereliction of inaction.