The need for novelty is the characteristic of an alienated gorilla.

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?

At every age we play the same game, just by different rules.

The question up for debate between Socrates and Phaedrus is whether the written word kills memory or aids it--whether it cripples the mind's power, or whether it cures it of its forgetfulness.

Maya wrapped one leg around him, writhing against him as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him to her, urging him on."Never stop touching me that way, " Maya rasped.

If the shoe doesn't fit, must we change the foot?

Deindustrialization that I have written about for 40 years left a good part of the American public behind.

Musicians are so well covered in the press, it would be great to see more outspoken practitioners of green life.

If the argument is that failure helps you succeed, well, so does success and it's quicker. This suggests at least one reason for trying to succeed.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

When I am in London, I think my favourite city is London, but when I am in New York, I feel it is New York. It is very hard to choose between the two.

I am the most jealous boy in the world, when I'm with my girlfriend. I always kiss her so that the other guys know she's mine