I don't see the point of having 80 million people online if all they are doing in the end is talking to ghosts in the suburbs.

The only truths that are useful are instruments to be thrown away.

How clear everything becomes when you look from the darkness of a dungeon.

Mystical additions and subtractions always come out the way you want.

There is only one thing that arouses animals more than pleasure, and that is pain. Under torture you are as if under the dominion of those grasses that produce visions. Everything you have heard told, everything you have read returns to your mind, as if you were being transported, not toward heaven, but toward hell. Under torture you say not only what the inquisitor wants, but also what you imagine might please him, because a bond (this, truly, diabolical) is established between you and him.

Whoever reflects on four things I would be better if he were never born: that which is above, that which is below, that which is before, that which is after.

To play the trumpet, you must train your lips for a long time. When I was twelve or thirteen I was a good player, but I lost the skill and now I play very badly. I do it every day even so. The reason is that I want to return to my childhood. For me, the trumpet is evidence of the sort of young man I was.