We Derive Our Vitality From Our Store

Far From Diminishing The Appetite For Power, Suffering Exasperates It.

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.

So Long As Man Is Protected By Madness - He Functions - And Flourishes.

Our Works, Whatever They May Be, Derive From Our Incapacity To Kill Or To Kill Ourselves.

My Mission Is To See Things As They Are. Exactly Contrary Of A Mission.