right at the top of philosophy study there is an infinitely large nothingness waiting for the person who studies them, even though nobody or almost nobody gets there alive. the person returns exhausted and perhaps even collapsed to the place they never left. it's like reading literature too. discovering the artisanal behind the artistic i.e. the gimmick used to elicit a purely physiological effect (if anything), but which many people naively take to be something more

i find it a bit strange when an author of so-called mysticism makes use of verbose writing, even if it is supposedly “sous rature”. at such times, i end up agreeing with that philosopher, for whom the individual who rejects ontology should keep quiet

Among mathematicians, the type that fascinates me the most is the one that specializes in probability. You can find in many of them a tendency towards ludomania and, consequently, conversion, even though on their deathbed

If I were a biologist i'm pretty sure I'd specialize in myrmecology. I've yet to meet an animal more fascinating than the ant

it’s very bad when you feel very sad and full of energy at the same time, because it feels like you're burning up inside. The other day I saw my hand and thought it was very strange that it had five fingers and not three or seven, so I thought that if the evolutionary process had been different, we would treat a face with eighty eyes, for example, in an equally ordinary way

I really like the figure of the unicorn because it reminds me of that passage that goes something like this: “god is looking for what has disappeared”. In the play the glass menagerie it's very sad when they break the protagonist's crystal unicorn