In Les Mots I explain the origin of my madness, of my neurosis. This analysis may help the young who dream of writing.

To believe is to know you believe, and to know you believe is not to believe.

Hell is for other people.

If you die, I will lie down beside you and I will stay there until the end, without eating or drinking, you will rot in my arms and I will love you as carcass: for you love nothing if you do not love everything.

Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

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.