Behind everything we feel, there is always a sense of fear.
A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.
Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.
We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.
When I say "I," I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.
We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!