Talking is not enough; words don't clarify anything. I'll have to hit upon something, but what?
...I would like to live a little bit longer in this beautiful concentration camp.
Of course, living is another way of killing oneself: its drawback is that it takes so horribly long.
I refuse to adapt or integrate myself.
There's just one revolution that I can take seriously, and that's a police revolution.
Nonexistence. The society of the nonexistent. In the street yesterday a nonexistent person trod on my foot with his nonexistent foot.