In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow just for me. I helped her put me to sleep, so to speak, and succeeded pretty well... I wasn't entirely alone... It's not possible to sleep alone.

When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.

A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, that’s him, our master. Come, kiss me.

To philosophize is only another way of being afraid and leads hardly anywhere but to cowardly make-believe.

Almost every desire a poor man has is a punishable offence.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

This instinctive repulsion which tradespeople inspire in men of sensitive feeling is one of the very rare consolations for being so impoverished which are given to those of us who don’t sell anything to anybody.