Sadness of any sort is also seductive, particularly if it seems deep-rooted, even spiritual, rather than needy or pathetic—it makes people come to you.

Religion is the great balm of existence because it takes us outside ourselves, connects us to something larger

I often daydream about the future, thinking of the world in 100, 200 years, imagining what it looks like, feels like. I hope that my books are like ghosts that will inhabit this future.

Nothing is stable in the realm of power, and even closest of friends can be transformed into the worst of enemies.

The world wants to assign you a role in life. And once you accept that role you are doomed.

Only your hearts be frolic, for the time Craves that we taste of naught but jouissance.

Be brutal with the past, especially your own, and have no respect for the philosophies that are foisted on you from outside.