I teach the art of turning anguish into delight.

Eroticism, it may be said, is assenting to life up to the point of death

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.

I think that knowledge enslaves us, that at the base of all knowledge there is a servility, the acceptation of a way of life wherein each moment has meaning only in relation to another or others that will follow it.

But a sort of rupture-in anguish-leaves us at the limit of tears: in such a case we lose ourselves, we forget ourselves and communicate with an elusive beyond.

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

Only literature could reveal the process of breaking the law - without which the law would have no end - independently of the necessity to create order.