One recognizes one's course by discovering the paths that stray from it.

To create today is to create dangerously. Any publication is an act, and that act exposes one to the passions of an age that forgives nothing.

A man who has become conscious of the absurd is for ever bound to it.

Obstinacy alone is not a virtue.

Instead of killing and dying in order to produce the being that we are not, we have to live and let live in order to create what we are.

Even when one sits in the prisoner's dock, it is interesting to hear talk about oneself.

What really counted was the possibility of escape, a leap to freedom, out of the implacable ritual, a wild run for it that would give whatever chance for hope there was. Of course, hope meant being cut down on some street corner, as you ran like mad, by a random bullet. But when I really thought it through, nothing was going to allow me such a luxury. Everything was against it; I would just be caught up in the machinery again.