A fate is not a punishment.

... there are two types of happiness and I have chosen that of the murderers. For I am happy. There was a time when I thought I had reached the limit of distress. Beyond that limit, there is a sterile and magnificent happiness.

There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.

Most men are like me. They cannot live in a universe where the most bizarre thought can in one second enter into the realm of reality--where, most often, it does enter, like a knife in a heart.

He seemed so certain about everything, didn't he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman's head. He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man.

Once in the midst of a seemingly endless winter, I discovered within myself an invincible spring.

The future is the only kind of property that the masters willingly concede to the slaves.