Every Thought Should Recall The Ruin Of

To Write Books Is To Have A Certain Relation With Original Sin. For What Is A Book If Not A Loss Of Innocence, An Act Of Aggression, A Repetition Of Our Fall?

So Long As Man Is Protected By Madness - He Functions - And Flourishes.

If We Manage To Last In Spite Of Everything, It Is Because Our Infirmities Are So Many And So Contradictory That They Cancel Each Other Out.

How Good Would It Be If One Could Die By Throwing Oneself Into An Infinite Void.

The Sole Means Of Protecting Your Solitude Is To Offend Everyone, Beginning With Those You Love.