The owl flies, in the moonlight, over a field where the wounded cry out. Like the owl, I fly in the night over my own misfortune.

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.

The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

It is human agitation, with all the vulgarity of needs small and great, with its flagrant disgust for the police who repress it, it is the agitation of all menthat alone determines revolutionary mental forms, in opposition to bourgeois mental forms.

Literature ... is the rediscovery of childhood.

To choose evil is to choose freedom, emancipation from all restraint.

[F]or academic men to be happy, the universe would have to take shape. All of philosophy has no other goal: it is a matter of giving a frock coat to what is, a mathematical frock coat. On the other hand, affirming that the universe resembles nothing and is only formless amounts to saying that the universe is something like a spider or spit.