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For a long time – always, in fact – I have known that life here on earth is not what I needed and that I wasn’t able to deal with it;
habitual illusions.
Every no rises out of the blood.
Impossible to imagine a degraded animal, a sub-animal.
if he triumphs over them, he is lost. He must be careful, then, not to improve, for if he succeeds, he will regret it bitterly.
We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.
A free man is one who has discerned the inanity of all points of view; a liberated man is one who has drawn the consequences of such discernment.
I like to read the way a chorus girl does: identifying myself with the author and the book. Any other attitude makes me think of dissecting corpses.
When I torment myself a little too much for not working, I tell myself that I might just as well be dead and that then I would be working still less …
We have convictions only if we have studied nothing thoroughly.
In the slaughterhouse that morning, I watched the cattle being led to their death. Almost every animal, at the last moment, refused to move forward. To make them do so, a man hit them on the hind legs. This scene often comes to mind when, ejected from sleep, I lack the strength to confront the daily torture of Time.
Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.
Man alone, in nature, is incapable of enduring monotony, man alone wants something to happen at all costs – something, anything …