Suffering is the pain of constraints. An atom of pure delight, no matter how small, can hold it at bay.

Who wants a world in which the guarantee that we shall not die of starvation entails the risk of dying of boredom?

We have a world of pleasure to win, and nothing to lose but boredom.

The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.

Suffering is the pain of constraints. An atom of pure delight, no matter how small, can hold it at bay.

Daily life is governed by an economic system in which the production and consumption of insults tends to balance out.

People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constraints, such people have a corpse in their mouth.