Truths begin by a conflict with the police - and end by calling them in.

If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.

How important can it be that I suffer and think? My presence in this world will disturb a few tranquil lives and will unsettle the unconscious and pleasant naiveté of others. Although I feel that my tragedy is the greatest in history - greater than the fall of empires - I am nevertheless aware of my total insignificance. I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence.

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it!