I am responsible for everything... except my very responsibility.

Sometimes the truth is too simple for intellectuals.

A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.

Listen to me: a family man is never a real family man. An assassin is never entirely assassin. They play a role, you understand. While a dead man, he is really dead. To be or not to be, right?

For the moment, the jazz is playing; there is no melody, just notes, a myriad tiny tremors. The notes know no rest, an inflexibleorder gives birth to them then destroys them, without ever leaving them the chance to recuperate and exist for themselves.... I would like to hole them back, but I know that, if I succeeded in stooping one, there would only remain in may hand a corrupt and languishing sound. I must accept their death; I must even want that death: I know of few more bitter or intense impressions.

Every human endeavor, however singular it seems, involves the whole human race.

I was escaping from Nature and at last becoming myself, that Other whom I was aspiring to be in the eyes of others.