But don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

For one has the right to shout. So, I am shouting.

Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.

Ignorance of the law of irreducibility was no excuse. I could no longer excuse myself with the claim that I didn't know the law -- for knowledge of self and of the world is the law that, even though unattainable, cannot be broken, and no one can excuse himself by saying that he doesn't know it. . . . The renewed originality of the sin is this: I have to carry out my unknowing, I shall be sinning originally against life.

The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.

My life, the most truthful one, is unrecognizable, extremely interior, and there is no single word that gives it meaning.