Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

Literature ... is the rediscovery of childhood.

To others, the universe seems decent because decent people have welded eyes. That is why they fear lewdness. They are never frightened by the crowing of a rooster or when strolling under a starry heaven. In general, people savor the "pleasures of the flesh" only on the condition that they may be insipid.

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

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 judgment about life has no meaning except the truth of the one who speaks last, and the mind is at ease only at the moment when everyone is shouting at once and no one can hear a thing.

Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.