The chaos of the mind cannot constitute a reply to the providence of the universe. All it can be is an awakening in the night, where all that can be heard is anguished poetry let loose.

Eroticism is the approval of life unto death.

I enjoyed the innocence of unhappiness and of helplessness; could I blame myself for a sin which attracted me, which flooded me with pleasure precisely to the extent it brought me to despair?

Only literature could reveal the process of breaking the law - without which the law would have no end - independently of the necessity to create order.

It is clear that the world is purely parodic, that each thing seen is the parody of another, or is the same thing in a deceptive form.

A man who finds himself among others is irritated because he does not know why he is not one of the others. In bed next to a girl he loves, he forgets that he does not know why he is himself instead of the body he touches. Without knowing it, he suffers from the mental darkness that keeps him from screaming that he himself is the girl who forgets his presence while shuddering in his arms.

We have in fact only two certainties in this world - that we are not everything and that we will die.