Doubt works deep within you like a disease or, even more effectively, like a faith.

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?

When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness is about to triumph.

Always remember that your memoir is never about you. It's about your reader. At it's core, it's about that shared space where we all experience the timeless truths of what it means to be human.

I see a lot of women of every age trying to be something else. I see them trying to imitate behaviors that they think belong to successful people.

Jesus literally sliced through years of rabbinical law and cultural norms with the extreme love of God that sees the treasure in every human heart.

Life hurts at times. It hurts to have a body at times, hurts to be born, hurts to live, hurts to die, but it can be ecstasy beyond comprehension. You can know that ecstasy. It is inside of you.

My wife has teeth like the stars... they come out at night.

Order is a prerequisite of survival; therefore the impulse to produce orderly arrangements is inbred by evolution.

The World Development Movement, to take just one example, is doing good work. Some political parties are, too.

There are some power-abusing, corrupt monsters in our federal government that despise me because I have the audacity to speak the truth.