But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.

Mankind's real moral test, a test so radical and so deep that it escapes our gaze, is probably the one of its relations with those that are the most at its mercy; the Animals.

I feel a frantic desire to free myself. To start all over again and in another way.

...people don't respect the morning. An alarm clock violently wakes them up, shatters their sleep like the blow of an ax, and they immediately surrender themselves to deadly haste.

High culture is nothing but a child of that European perversion called history, the obsession we have with going forward, with considering the sequence of generations a relay race in which everyone surpasses his predecessor . . .

I have a strong will to love you for eternity.