Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.

When we love animals and children too much, we love them at the expense of men.

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

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?

So it comes to this; one doesn’t need rest. Why bother about sleep if one isn’t sleepy? That stands to reason, doesn’t it? Wait a minute, there’s a snag somewhere; something disagreeable. Why, now, should it be disagreeable? …Ah, I see; it’s life without a break.

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

I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.