If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I'm still waiting, it's all been to seduce women basically.

Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.

You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.

I maintain that inversion is the effect of neither a prenatal choice nor an endocrinal malformation nor even the passive and determined result of complexes. It is an outlet that a child discovers when he is suffocating.

A man who is free is like a mangy sheep in a herd. He will contaminate my entire kingdom and ruin my work.

This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified.

When I can't see myself in the mirror, I can't even feel myself, and I begin to wonder if I exist at all.