The circumstances of my life are paralyzing.

In what will survive me I am in harmony with my annihilation.

Sanity is the lot of those who are most obtuse, for lucidity destroys one's equilibrium: it is unhealthy to honestly endure the labors of the mind which incessantly contradict what they have just established.

Literature ... is the rediscovery of childhood.

Each of us is incomplete compared to someone else - an animal's incomplete compared to a person... and a person compared to God, who is complete only to be imaginary.

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

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