I have nothing but contempt for you idiotic chosen ones who have the heart to rejoice when there are the damned in Hell and the poor on earth; as for me, I am on the side of men and I will not leave it.

It is not right, my fellow-countrymen, you who know very well all the crimes committed in our name. It's not at all right that you do not breathe a word about them to anyone, not even to your own soul, for fear of having to stand in judgment of yourself. I am willing to believe that at the beginning you did not realize what was happening; later, you doubted whether such things could be true; but now you know, and still you hold your tongues.

We are possessed by the things we possess. When I like an object, I always give it to someone. It isn't generosity-it's only because I want others to be enslaved by objects, not me.

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

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

I think [Alain Robbe-Grillet] a good writer, but he speaks to the comfortable bourgeoisie.

One should commit no stupidity twice, the variety of choice is, in the end, large enough.