We did not lack modesty—on the contrary—but something urgently drove us to defy modesty together as immodestly as possible.

I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.

The sacred demands the violation of what is normally the object of terrified respect.

The truth is paradoxical to the extent of being exactly contrary to the usual perception.

Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.

Eroticism is assenting to life even in death.

To place oneself in the position of God is painful: being God is equivalent to being tortured. For being God means that one is in harmony with all that is, including the worst. The existence of the worst evils is unimaginable unless God willed them.