Read In Order To Live.

Thought Is The Greatest Of Pleasures —pleasure Itself Is Only Imagination—have You Ever Enjoyed Anything More Than Your Dreams?

Once One Has Kissed A Cadaver's Forehead, There Always Remains Something Of It On The Lips, An Infinite Bitterness, An Aftertasteof Nothingness That Nothing Can Erase.

Writing This Book I Am Like A Man Playing The Piano With Lead Balls Attached To His Knuckles.

There Are Two Infinities That Confuse Me: The One In My Soul Devours Me; The One Around Me Will Crush Me

It Seems To Me That I Have Always Existed And That I Possess Memories That Date Back To The Pharaohs.