How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?
Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift . . . that's nausea.
Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.
We make our own hell out of the people around us.
The consciousness that says 'I am' is not the consciousness that thinks.
The revolution you dream of is not ours. You don't want to change the world; you want to blow it up.