My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.

Love is like liquor, the drunker and more impotent you are, the stronger and smarter you think yourself and the surer you are of your rights.

An Immense hatred keeps me alive... i would live for a thousand years if i were certain of seeing the whole world croak.

Only a complete alcoholic can think life is funny ... any life!.

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.

When men can hate without risk, their stupidity is easily convinced, the motives supply themselves.

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.