Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and the happier you'll be. That's only natural and normal. Truth is inedible.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineWhen you’re not used to comfort and good things to eat, you’re intoxicated by them in no time. Truth’s only too pleased to leave you. Very little’s ever needed for Truth to let go of you. And after all, you’re not really very keen to keep hold of it.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineAnd 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.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineAutant pas se faire d'illusions, les gens n'ont rien à se dire, ils ne se parlent que de leurs peines à eux chacun, c'est entendu. Chacun pour soi, la terre pour tous.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineAh ! Dostum ! İnanın bana, bu dünya aslında tamamen insanlarla taşak geçmek için yaratılmış koskocaman bir kandırmacadır.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineI tell you, little man, life's fall guys, beaten, fleeced to the bone, sweated from time immemorial, I warn you, that when the princes of this world start loving you, it means they're going to grind you up into battle sausage...
Louis-Ferdinand CélineStichwörter: dark-humor
Nearly all a poor bastard's desires are punishable by jail.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineStichwörter: dark-humor
Maybe I'd never see him again... maybe he'd gone for good... swallowed up, body and soul, in the kind of stories you hear about... Ah, it's an awful thing... and being young doesn't help any... when you notice for the first time... the way you lose people as you go along ... the buddies you'll never see again... never again... when you notice that they've disappeared like dreams... that it's all over... finished... that you too will get lost someday... a long way off but inevitably... in the awful torrent of things and people... of the days and shapes... that pass... that never stop...
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Si les gens sont si méchants, c'est peut-être seulement parce qu'ils souffrent, mais le temps est long qui sépare le moment où ils ont cessé de souffrir de celui où ils deviennent un peu meilleurs.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineIls dénichaient mainte fois une ration de pain (même déficient du point de vue diététique) afin de survivre quand même jusqu'à la prochaine typhoïde qui, elle, n'allait pas rater leur organisme affaibli.
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