That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

it's impossible I should have a mind and I have one

If you don't know where you are currently standing, you're dead.