the one who doesnt play, doesnt win anything, but he actually looses somehting, {playing}

To remain a man in today's world, one must have not only unfailing energy and unwavering intensity, one must also have a little luck.

My dear friend, we mustn't give them even the slightest excuse to judge us! Otherwise, we end up in pieces.

The role of the intellectual cannot be to excuse the violence of one side and condemn that of the other.

After awhile you could get used to anything.

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.