We Cannot Be Normal And Alive At

Jealousy - That Jumble Of Secret Worship And Ostensible Aversion.

God: A Disease We Imagine We Are Cured Of Because No One Dies Of It Nowadays.

The Literary Man? An Indiscreet Man, Who Devaluates His Miseries, Divulges Them, Tells Them Like So Many Beads: Immodesty-the Sideshow Of Second Thoughts-is His Rule; He Offers Himself.

Better To Be An Animal Than A Man, An Insect Than An Animal, A Plant Than An Insect, And So On. Salvation? Whatever Diminishes The Kingdom Of Consciousness And Compromises Its Supremacy.

To Want Fame Is To Prefer Dying Scorned Than Forgotten.