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

In the twentieth century, death terrifies men less than the absence of real life. All these dead, mechanized, specialized actions, stealing a little bit of life a thousand times a day until the mind and body are exhausted, until that death which is not the

There are more truths in twenty-four hours of a man's life than in all the philosophies.

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.

Work to survive, survive by consuming, survive to consume; the hellish cycle is complete.

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

Where constraint breaks people, and mediation makes fools of them, the seduction of power is what makes them love their oppression. Because of it, people give up their real riches for a cause that mutilates them; for an appearance that reifies them; for roles that wrest them from authentic life; for a time whose passage defines and confines them.