A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, that’s him, our master. Come, kiss me. — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
“All our misery comes from wanting at all costs to go on being Tom, Dick, or Harry, year in, year out. This body of ours, this disguise put on my common jumping molecules, is in constant revolt against the abominable farce of having to endure. Our molecules, the dears, want to get lost in the universe as fast as they… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share
“Now I know... we have at least two friends!... Cillie von Leiden and the hunchback... not bad in our situation... or, come right down… — Louis-Ferdinand Céline Copy Share Image
I hadn't found out yet that mankind consists of two very different races, the rich and the poor. It took me ... and plenty… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
There's a point of poverty at which the spirit isn't with the body all the time. It finds the body really too unbearable. So… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
“People cling to their rotten memories, to all their misfortunes, and you can't pry them loose. These things keep them busy. They avenge themselves… — Louis-Ferdinand Céline Copy Share Image
“He couldn't have explained this misery of his, it exceeded his education.” — Louis-Ferdinand Céline Copy Share Image
