My 'fear' is my substance, and probably the best part of me.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands to be believed.
There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing else.