have you ever seen a genius out there looking for a job? it's the saddest thing in the world. no one will hire him. there is only one place where he is always welcome- at the bottom.

No, there's fifteen francs somewhere, which nobody gives a damn about anymore and which nobody is going to get in the end anyhow, but the fifteen francs is like the primal cause of things and rather than listen to one's own voice, rather than walk out on the primal cause, one surrenders to the situation, one goes on butchering and butchering and the more cowardly one feels the more heroically does he behave, until a day when the bottom drops out and suddenly all the guns are silenced and the stretcher-bearers pick up the maimed and bleeding heroes and pin medals on their chest.

I have found God, but he is insufficient.

Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.

Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.

Even if it doesn't work, there is something healthy and invigorating about direct action

Writing is its own reward.