Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.

There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.

I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.

The beginning of genius is being scared shitless.

There's no tyrant like a brain.

I warn you that when the princes of this world start loving you it means they are going to grind you up into battle sausage.

There's a point of poverty at which the spirit isn't with the body all the time. It finds the body really too unbearable. So it's almost as if you were talking to the soul itself. And a soul's not properly responsible.