Dreaming is the worst of drugs, because it is the most natural of all. It works its way into our habits like no other drug can. We take it unawares, like a poison slipped in a drink. It doesn’t hurt, doesn’t make you pale, and won’t knock you out, but the soul that takes it can’t be cured, for it can never let go of its poison, which is its very own self. (The Book of Disquiet, 173)
It’s a rule of life that we can, and should, learn from everyone. There are solemn and serious things we can learn from quacks and crooks, there are philosophies taught us by fools, there are lessons in faithfulness and justice brought to us by chance and by those we chance to meet. Everything is in everything. (The Book of Disquiet, 357)
I always live in the present. I don’t know the future and no longer have the past. The former oppresses me as the possibility of everything, the latter as the reality of nothing. I have no hopes and no nostalgia. (The Book of Disquiet, 100)
Let’s absurdify life, from east to west. (The Book of Disquiet, 372)
Reductio ad absurdum is one of my favorite drinks. (The Book of Disquiet, 297)
Freedom is the possibility of isolation. (The Book of Disquiet, 283)
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