We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.

Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.

I have not a desire but a need for solitude.

I transform "Work" in its analytic meaning (the Work of Mourning, the Dream-Work) into the real "Work" - of writing.

Miseries of a birth.

Never have I been frightened by circumstances. A little warmth, a little bread, my little ones with me, and life begins, happiness begins.

Boundaries are easier to manage when your values are well-defined.

Rational conduct on the basis of the idea of calling, was born... from the spirit of Christian asceticism.

There's some sort of unspoken license... when outlandish things come out of an inanimate object, somehow it equals humor.

A lot of people thought Steve Jobs was a CEO of Apple but he never was until he came back to Apple in 1997.

It is forbidden to decry other sects; the true believer gives honour to whatever in them is worthy of honour.

Free people will set the course of history.

Solitude, isolation, are painful things, and beyond human endurance.

You ever hear Buddy Miles play the drums? You know, he doesn't vary the tempo at all.

For what is the program of the bourgeois parties? A bad poem on springtime, filled to bursting with metaphors.