Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.

But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road- there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt.

I am crazy about mysterious things.

We are born dead, and we are becoming more and more contented with our condition. We are acquiring the taste for it.

I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.

Civilization merely develops man's capacity for a greater variety of sensations, and ... absolutely nothing else.

And yet I am convinced that man will never give up true suffering- that is, destruction and chaos. Why, suffering is the sole root of consciousness.