“Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.” MenEndsEnoughAbleEarthLyingDiesAsksLeftSilenceGoneYouthTruth IsMadnessEndlessAgony Author:Louis-Ferdinand Celine
“I hadn't found out yet that mankind consists of two very different races, the rich and the poor. It took me ... and plenty of other people . . . twenty years and the war to learn to stick to my class and ask the price of things before touching them, let alone setting my heart on them.” PeopleYearsHeartTwoDifferentWarAsksFoundPoorRaceClassRichMankindMy HeartTwentiesSticksSettingSettingsPlentyTouchingDifferent Races Author:Louis-Ferdinand Celine
“Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.” PeopleHateAsksPoorExplanationPoor People Author:Louis-Ferdinand Celine
“Never believe straight off in a man's unhappiness. Ask him if he can still sleep. If the answer's "yes," all's well. That is enough.” IfsMenBelieveWellsStillsEnoughAsksSleepAnswersLive ByUnhappiness Author:Louis-Ferdinand Celine
