Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.

That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.

The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.

He loves me, he doesn't love my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass he wouldn't recognize it, he's always feeling me, but if they put the glass in his hands he wouldn't touch it, he wouldn't think, "that's hers," you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines. Maybe we don't love them because we aren't used to them, but if we saw them the way we saw our hands and arms maybe we'd love them; the starfish must love each other better than we do.

We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.

A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost.

I admire [Samuel] Beckett, but I am totally against him. He seeks no improvement.