Cool Memories

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

Dying is nothing. You have to know how to disappear. Dying comes down to a biological chance and that is of no consequence. Disappearing is of a far higher order of necessity. You must not leave it to biology to decide when you will disappear. To disappear is to pass into an enigmatic state which is neither life nor death. Some animals know how to do this, as do savages, who withdraw while still alive, from the sight of their own people.

There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.

There are cultures that can only picture their origins and not their ends.

Some are obsessed by both.

Two other positions are possible: only picturing one's end - our own culture; picturing neither beginning nor end - the coming culture.

A series of accidents creates a positively lighthearted state.

One day, we shall stand up and our backsides will remain attached to our seats.

Here begins my delirious self-criticism (all self-criticism is delirious, the worst form of the critical spirit being that which claims to be directed against itself). Nonetheless, I accuse myself of: