It is an error to divide people into the living and the dead: there are people who are dead-alive, and people who are alive-alive. The dead-alive also write, walk, speak, act. But they make no mistakes; only machines make no mistakes, and they produce only dead things. The alive-alive are constantly in error, in search, in questions, in torment.

Is it not clear, however, that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction called happiness?

The whole world is one immense woman, and we are in her very womb, we are not yet born, we are joyfully ripening.

We have lived through the epoch of suppression of the masses; we are living in an epoch of suppression of the individual in the name of the masses; tomorrow will bring the liberation of the individual - in the name of man.

And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it.

O, mighty, divinely delimited wisdom of walls, boundaries! I is perhaps the most magnificent of all inventions. Man ceased to be a wild animal only when he build the first wall. Men ceased to be a wild man only when we built the Green Wall, only when, by means of that wall, we isolated our perfect machine world from the irrational, ugly world of trees, birds, and animals.

The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")