"The schizo knows how to leave: he has made departure into something as simple as being born or dying. But at the same time his journey is strangely stationary, in place. He does not speak of another world, he is not from another world: even when he is displacing himself in space, his is a journey in intensity, around the desiring-machine that is erected here and remains here. For here is the desert propagated by our world, and also the new earth, and the machine that hums, around which the schizos revolve, planets for a new sun. These men of desire - or do they not yet exist? - are like Zarathustra. They know incredible sufferings, vertigos, and sicknesses. They have their specters. They must reinvent each gesture. But such a man produces himself as a free man, irresponsible, solitary, and joyous, finally able to say and do something simple in his own name, without asking permission; a desire lacking nothing, a flux that overcomes barriers and codes, a name that no longer designates any ego whatever. He has simply ceased being afraid of becoming mad. He experiences and lives himself as the sublime sickness that will no longer affect him.. Here, what is, what would a psychiatrist be worth?"

"A schizophrenic out for a walk is a better model than a neurotic lying on the analyst's couch."

"We do not lack communication, on the contrary we have too much of it. We lack creation. We lack resistance to the present."

"Judge Schreber has sunbeams in his ass. A solar anus. And rest assured that it works."

"Nu putem sa ne intoarcem in urma. Numai nevrozatii, sau, cum spune Lawrence, renegatii, trisorii, incearca o regresie. Si aceasta deoarece zidul alb al semnificantului, gaura neagra a subiectivitatii, si masina de facialitate sunt cu adevarat niste fundaturi, masura supunerilor noastre, a aservirilor noastre, ne-am nascut insa in ele si impotriva lor trebuie sa ne zbatem, cu privire la ele sa dezvbatem...Doar in gaura neagra a constiintei si a pasiunii subiective vom descoperi particulele capturate, supraincinse, transformate pe care trebuie sa le relansam pentru o iubire vie, nesubiectiva, in care fiecare se conecteaza in spatiile necunoscute ale celuilalt fara a patrunde in ele si fara a le cuceri, in care liniile se compun ca niste linii frante."