You know very well that I no longer think. I am far too intelligent for that.

Life is a sum of all your choices". So, what are you doing today?

A novel is never anything but a philosophy expressed in images. And in a good novel the philosophy has disappeared into the images.

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

I have no friends, I only have accomplices now. On the other hand, my accomplices are more numerous than my friends: they are the human race.

The words that reverberate for us at the confines of this long adventure of rebellion are not formulas for optimism, for which we have no possible use in the extremities of our unhappiness, but words of courage and intelligence which, on the shores of the eternal seas, even have the qualities of virtue.

The absurd hero's refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion.