When shit becomes valuable, the poor will be born without assholes.
Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant
We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.
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.
يدهمنا اليأس فنتحول إلى الكتب، ونضع ثقتتا في المؤلفين، فنلجأ إلى الأحلام.
الطريقة التي يقرأ بها المرء كتابا، هي الطريقة التي يقرأ بها الحياة.
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...
Writing, like life itself, is a voyage of discovery. The adventure is a metaphysical one: it is a way of approaching life indirectly, of acquiring a total rather than a partial view of the universe. T...
What are our conductors giving us year after year? Only fresh corpses. Over these beautifully embalmed sonatas, toccatas, symphonies and operas the public dance the jitterbug. Night and day without le...
The best stories I have heard were pointless, the best books those whose plot I can never remember, the best individuals those whom I never get anywhere with. Though it has been practised on me time a...
Somehow the realization that nothing was to be hoped for had a salutary effect upon me. For weeks and months, for years, in fact, all my life I had been looking forward to something happening, some in...
Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.
No more peeping through keyholes! No more mas turbating in the dark! No more public confessions! Unscrew the doors from their jambs! I want a world where the vagina is represented by a crude, honest s...
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 could put up with heartbreaks and abortions and busted romances, but I had to have something under my belt to carry on, and I wanted something nourishing, something appetizing. I felt exactly like J...
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...
He read as much as his curiosity demanded - which is to say all
Everyman has his own destiny: The only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.
What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.
We should read to give our souls a chance to luxuriate.