“You never walk alone. Even the devil is the lord of flies.”

The aim of critique is not the ends of man or of reason but in the end the Overman, the overcome, overtaken man. The point of critique is not justification but a different way of feeling: another sensibility.

In truth, Freud sees nothing and understands nothing.

Evaluations, in essence, are ways of being, modes of existence of those who judge and evaluate.

Something in the world forces us to think. This something is an object not of recognition but of a fundamental encounter.

Writing has nothing to do with meaning. It has to do with landsurveying and cartography, including the mapping of countries yet to come.

As for being responsible or irresponsible, we don’t recognize those notions, they’re for policemen and courtroom psychiatrists.

What is important is no longer either a signature or a number, but a code: the code is a password.

Far from being a psychological trait, the spirit of revenge is the principle on which our whole psychology depends.

Underneath all reason lies delirium and drift.

Either it is the fold of the infinite, or the constant folds [replis] of finitude which curve the outside and constitute the inside.

A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.

The philosopher creates, he doesn’t reflect.

Every time someone puts an objection to me, I want to say: ‘OK, OK, let’s go on to something else.’ Objections have never contributed anything.

What interests us in operations of striation and smoothing are precisely the passages or combinations: how the forces at work within space continually striate it, and how in the course of its striation it develops other forces and emits new smooth spaces.

My eye, my brain, are images, parts of my body. How could my brain contain images since it is one image among others?

To affirm is not to bear, carry, or harness oneself to that which exists, but on the contrary to unburden, unharness, and set free that which lives.

If the devil cannot make us bad, he will make us busy.

The devil smiles when we are up to our ears in work, but he trembles when we pray.

How many men of rank (to say nothing of common people) have been delivered from devils, and healed of diseases!

God made food; the devil the cooks.

We have never heard the devil’s side of the story, God wrote all the book.

Lord I’m on fire they think that I’m Satan.

I swear she can give the devil a halo.

Never forget that the devil is there 24/7 too. He’s very, very busy.