Well, fuck a duck.
The dreamers dream from the neck up, their bodies securely strapped to the electric chair. To imagine a new world is to live it daily, each thought, each glance, each step, each gesture killing and re...
Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.
If it be knowledge or wisdom one is seeking, then one had better go direct to the source. And the source is not the scholar or philosopher, not the master, saint, or teacher, but life itself - direct...
I used to think then that all the tragic events of life were written down in books and that what went on outside was just diluted crap.
I remember that just as I was about to cross the border they asked me what I had to declare and, like an idiot, I answered: I want to declare that I am a traitor to the human race.
I found that what I had desired all my life was not to live - if what others are doing is called living - but to express myself.
I believe that today more than ever a book should be sought after even if it has only one great page in it. We must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has ore in it, anything tha...
Human beings make a strange fauna and flora. From a distance they appear negligible; close up they are apt to appear ugly and malicious. More than anything they need to be surrounded with sufficient s...
For seven years I went about, day and night, with only one thing on my mind – her.Were there a Christian so faithful to his God as I was to her we would all be JesusChrists today.
One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.
Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant
What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is--if Mlle. Claude is a wh...
What's a fuck when what I want is love?
Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.
إن الموت هو شيء وكون المرء ميتًا هو شيء آخر
If my memory serves me right, here is my genealogical line: Boccaccio, Petronius, Rabelais, Whitman, Emerson, Thoreau, Maeterlinck, Romain Rolland, Plotinus, Heraclitus, Nietzsche, Dostoievsky (and ot...
When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
Things happen or they don't happen, that's all. Nothing is accomplished by sweat and struggle. Nearly everything which we call life is just insomnia, an agony because we've lost the habit of falling a...