Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off.

A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.