Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.

The capacity for fear and for happiness are the same, the unrestricted openness to experience amounting to self-abandonment in which the vanquished rediscovers himself.

If across the Atlantic the ideology was pride, here it is delivering the goods.

Very evil people cannot really be imagined dying.

The poor are prevented from thinking by the discipline of others, the rich by their own.

In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.