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

Extreme seductiveness is at the boundary of horror

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

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.

If I want to realize totality in my consciousness, I have to relate myself to an immense, ludicrous, and painful convulsion of all of humanity.

Indeed, the direction of the future is only there in order to elude us.

Nothing is more necessary or stronger in us than rebellion.