I never had anyone I could call Master. No Christ died for me. No Buddha showed me the right path. In the depths of my dreams no Apollo or Athena appeared to me to enlighten my soul.
I never was but an isolated bon vivant, which is absurd; or a mystic bon vivant, which is an impossible thing.
We all love each other, and the lie is the kiss we exchange.
Literature simulates life. A novel is a story of what never was, and a play is a novel without narration. A poem is the expression of ideas or feelings in a language no one uses, because no one talks in verse.
At first I felt dizzy - not with the kind of dizziness that makes the body reel but the kind that's like a dead emptiness in the brain, an instinctive awareness of the void.
I lift my eyes and look at the stars, which make no sense at all.