But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.

Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else. But really there wasn't much point, and I gave up the idea out of laziness.

It is not rebellion itself which is noble but the demands it makes upon us.

In every guilty man, there is some innocence. This makes every absolute condemnation revolting.

A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

If nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning.

The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.