Les trois quarts de nos exercices intellectuels ne sont plus que broderies sur le vide. Three quarters of our intellectual performances are no more than decorations over a void.

Que le Dieu qui nous tue nous vienne en aide! God who kills us, come to our rescue!

There is a special charm to journeys undertaken before daybreak in hot lands: the air is soft and cool and the coming of dawn reveals a landscape fresh from the night dew.

Search deep within your soul, you will find strength.

For at some point, each of us will be asked to embody what we feel and know.

I see you from afar—fragile and shy as a star gleaming through a cloudy rift

There is nothing biologically unusual about a homosexual act of pseudocopulation. Many species indulge in this, under a variety of circumstances.

The poverty of our imagination is no measure of say the world's resources. Our posterity will no doubt get fuel in ways that we are unable to devise for them.

But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?

I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I’d turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.

Prayer is repeating the victor's name (Jesus) into the ears of Satan and insisting on his retreat.

If two people love the same thing, she reasoned, then they must love each other, at least a little, even if they never say it.