For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers.

Those who love, friends and lovers, know that love is not only a blinding flash, but also a long and painful struggle in the darkness for the realization of definitive recognition and reconciliation.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

I lived with the only continuity, day to day, of the me-me-me.

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

stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves

It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. It now becomes clear on the contrary that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning