No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.

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?

Life is not a hotel. Life is a battlefield.

Night falls over Machu Picchu to the sound of Abba's 'Dancing Queen'.

She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.

I think to lose Kentucky is nearly the same as to lose the whole game.

I just don't think one person has that much to contribute to any subject

We can't love a place or a person if we always have one foot out the door.

I like it because its ugly

I don't feel guilt. Whatever I wish to do, I do.

Just before I play, I like to feel that no-one has ever played the piano before, that I'm in complete virgin territory, and that every note I play is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

Confession may well be a dirty word in poetry.