Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

For the time being I have seen enough of living things, of dogs, of men, of all flabby masses which move spontaneously.

For common minds have an ugly ability to perceive in the deepest and richest saying nothing but their own everyday opinion.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.

There is no book of mine that I reject. That does not mean that I find them good.

I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me — and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.