Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.
I think [Alain Robbe-Grillet] a good writer, but he speaks to the comfortable bourgeoisie.
This then is the age of reason.
I will take it all: tongs, molten lead, prongs, garrotes, all that burns, all that tears, I want to truly suffer. Better one hundred bites, better the whip, vitriol, than this suffering in the head, this ghost of suffering which grazes and caresses and never hurts enough.
emotion is first of all and in principle an accident
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.