It's possible - you can never know - that the universe exists only for me. If so, it's sure going well for me, I must admit.

To place oneself in the position of God is painful: being God is equivalent to being tortured. For being God means that one is in harmony with all that is, including the worst. The existence of the...

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

When I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.

The great problem of humanity is life and death. Every person dreams of becoming invisible one day.

I'm just observing the world. I was born into it, like you were, and then I found out there were some really disturbing aspects to being alive, like the fact that you weren't going to be alive forever...

I don't think that the permanence of the individual human soul is an indispensable part of religious thought.

That's the shock: All clichés are true. The years really do speed by. Life really is as short as they tell you it is. And there really is a God - so do I buy that one? If all the other clichés are...

One should live and die where one was born... I've been bored everywhere I went. What was the point of leaving Coasta Boacu?

I am not a man. I am not a human being inside. I am not that. I don't know what I am, but I am not that.

I used to have a recurring dream where I was at a party in a country house, surrounded by the same people each evening. Everyone would be singing and dancing and after a while I came to know the...

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.

If we descended from space aliens, that's just as viable as Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, as far as I'm concerned.

I am an instrument of purposes that I don't fully understand.

It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.

The soul is an illusion.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.

My life had no meaning at all. I found only brief interludes of satisfaction. It was like my whole life had been about my whole basketball career.

Everyone succumbs to finitude. I suspect I am not the only one who reaches this pluperfect state. Most ambitions are either achieved or abandoned; either way, they belong to the past. The future,...

I'm constantly tortured, and that's why I say happiness is irrelevant. Happiness is for children and yuppies.

The world and the universe are far more wonderful if there's not a puppet master.

Since all life is futility, then the decision to exist must be the most irrational of all.

Since my life has been wayward and impulsive, always a search for something that is not there, and then disillusionment, I believe I need all the excuses I can make.

I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can't. It's a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.

Each of us is incomplete compared to someone else - an animal's incomplete compared to a person... and a person compared to God, who is complete only to be imaginary.

We're just a bubble in a boiling pot.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.