Our contortions, visible or secret, we communicate to the planet; already it trembles even as we do, it suffers the contagion of our crises and, as this grand mal spreads, it vomits us forth, cursing...

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, Chaos is being yourself.

Pursued by our origins… we all are.

Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.

We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.

A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society.

There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.

Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.

Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.

Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.

To act is to anchor in the imminent future.

For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.

To want fame is to prefer dying scorned than forgotten.

The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.

All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.

We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.

In most cases we attach ourselves to God in order to take revenge on life, to punish it, to signify we can do without it, that we have found something better, and we also attach...

I pride myself on my capacity to perceive the transitory character of everything. An odd gift which spoiled all my joys; better: all my sensations. I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since...

Tyranny is just what one can develop a taste for, since it so happens that man prefers to wallow in fear rather than to face the anguish of being himself.

A civilization is destroyed only when its gods are destroyed.