My keepers, why keepers, I'm in no danger of stirring an inch, ah I see, it's to make me think I'm a prisoner, frantic with corporeality, rearing to get out and away.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

Decidedly it will never have been given to me to finish anything, except perhaps breathing. One must not be greedy.

Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.

The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.