To travel is very useful, it makes the imagination work, the rest is just delusion and pain. Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength.

A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.

Most people die at the last minute; others twenty years beforehand, some even earlier. They are the wretched of the earth.

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.

The more one is hated, I find, the happier one is.

In circumstances of real tragedy you see things straight away...past, present, and future together.

If you aren't rich you should always look useful.