Her smile was a bite, and I was its target.
There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.
Here I saw, with my own eyes, that laughter was the most terrible weapon: you can kill anything with laughter - even murder itself.
Was it not I who populated with them all these pages-just recently no more than white rectangular deserts? Without me, would they ever be seen by those whom I shall lead behind me along the narrow paths of lines?
I looked silently at her lips. All women are lips, all lips. Some are pink and firmly round: a ring, a tender guardrail from the whole world. And then there are these ones: a second ago they weren't here, and just now - like a knife-slit - they are here, still dripping sweet blood.
We comes from God, I from the Devil.
A human being is like a novel: until the last page you don't know how it will end. Or it wouldn't be worth reading...
If human foolishness had been as carefully nurtured and cultivated as intelligence has been for centuries, perhaps it would have turned into something extremely precious.
What is it to you if I don't want others to want for me, if I want to want myself - if I want the impossible...
All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words.
Man is like a novel: up to the last page one does not know what the end will be. It would not be worth reading otherwise...
You are afraid of it because it is stronger than you; you hate it because you are afraid of it; you love it because you cannot subdue it to your will. Only the unsubduable can be loved.
And a question stirred within me: What if he, this yellow-eyed creature, in his disorderly, filthy mound of leaves, in his uncomputed life, is happier than we are?
Now I no longer live in our clear, rational world; I live in the ancient nightmare world, the world of square roots of minus one.
You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul.
And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential - I know it.
Shutting me eyes, I dreamed in formulas.
And happiness.. what is it, after all? Desires are a torment, aren't they? And it's clear that happiness is when there are no longer any desires, not even one... What a mistake, what a stupid prejudice it's been all these years to put a plus sign in front of happiness. Absolute happiness should of course have a minus sign, a divine minus.
The only means of ridding man of crime is ridding him of freedom.
And happiness...Well, after all, desires torment us, don't they? And, clearly, happiness is when there are no more desires, not one...What a mistake, what ridiculous prejudice it's been to have marked happiness always with a plus sign. Absolute happiness should, of course, carry a minus sign - the divine minus.
The speed of her tongue is not correctly calculated; the speed per second of her toungue should be slightly less than the speed per second of her thoughts -at any rate not the reverse.
During the first firing a dozen or so numbers from the dock neglected to get out of the way - nothing remained of them except some crumbs and soot.
The whole world is one immense woman, and we are in her very womb, we are not yet born, we are joyfully ripening.
Everyone has to go mad, it's essential fir everyone to go mad - as soon as possible! It's essential - I know.
Then how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.
Explosions are not comfortable.
Heretics are the only bitter remedy against the entropy of human thought.
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