Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

The universal view melts things into a blur.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

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.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

Every word on every page, represents a love that captured this heart... fully, and never set it free.

The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism

There are far too many people that waste their time telling themselves that they don’t have enough time.

There's something about New York. You can get a nice feeling of belonging as a writer here. It's probably the best city on Earth like that. I miss the wisecracking of New York.

For your own good is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction.

An old Apache storyteller reminds us

I want my life to be a hymn to the Creator.

Poverty doesn’t give you strength or teach you lessons about perseverance. No, poverty only teaches you how to be poor.

There cannot be friendship without equality.

One of my teachers used to call me Prince, because I always had a way of charming myself in and out of different situations.