I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void.

The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.

Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.

Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.

Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

A book is a suicide postponed.

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.

Life is love. Love is light.

Spiritualism exits only for individuals. Reason is born when two men interact

...it...planted seeds of doubt as to whether we think diabolically enough when we wonder what our government is doing behind our backs.

You have to say I am forgiven again and again until it becomes the story you believe about yourself.

I dropped out of college, started playing music. I was going to do what I was going to do and it is what it is.

We do not believe in quotas. They would not only be undesirable, they would be illegal. There is legal protection for the autonomy of universities in running their own admission arrangements.

The road makes a noise all its own. It's a single note that stretches in all directions, low and nearly inaudible, only I could hear it loud and persistent.

Pain is like fabric: The stronger it is, the more it’s worth.

One sees a blatant disregard for the precious souls of mankind.

Life is a gamble, at terrible odds - if it was a bet you wouldn't take it.