It is of men, and of them only, that one should always be frightened.

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

I was a hundred-percent sick, I felt as if I had no further use for my legs, they just hung over the edge of my bed like unimportant and rather ridiculous objects.

We never change. Neither our socks nor our masters nor our opinions, or we're so slow about it that it's no use. We were born loyal and that's what killed us! Soldiers free of charge, heroes for everyone else, talking monkeys, tortured words, we are the minions of King Misery...It's not a life.

People avenge themselves for the favors done them.

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

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.