I have never seen a more lucid, more lonely, better balanced mad mind than mine.

We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.

a man who has decided upon self-destruction is far removed from mundane affairs, and to sit down and write his will would be, at that moment, an act just as absurd as winding up one’s watch, since together with the man, the whole world is destroyed; the last letter is instantly reduced to dust and, with it, all the postmen; and like smoke, vanishes the estate bequeathed to a nonexistent progeny.

I confess, I do not believe in time.

My loathings are simple. stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting.

Do those clowns really believe what they teach?

I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling