For ever, I shall be a stranger to myself.

But sometimes it takes more courage to live than to shoot yourself.

One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.

Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.

maybe she had become tired of being the girlfriend of a condemned man. It also occured to me that maybe she was sick, or dead. These things happen. [...] Anyway, after that, remembering Marie meant nothing to me. That seemed perfectly normal to me, since I understood very well that people would forget me when I was dead.

Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself.

We spend our days in deliberating, and we end them without coming to any resolve.