Is It Possible That Existence Is Our

I Have Always Struggled, With The Sole Intention Of Ceasing To Struggle. Result: Zero.

I'm Simply An Accident. Why Take It All So Seriously?

What Necessity Impels A Writer Who Has Produced Fifty Books To Write Still One More? Why This Proliferation, This Fear Of Being Forgotten, This Debased Coquetry?

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

Think Of God And Not Religion, Of Ecstasy And Not Mysticism. The Difference Between The Theoretician Of Faith And The Believer Is As Great As Between The Psychiatrist And The Psychotic.