I had been playing with matches and burned a small rug. I was in the process of covering up my crime when suddenly God saw me. I felt His gaze inside my head and on my hands....I flew into a rage against so crude an indiscretion, I blasphemed....He never looked at me again....I had the more difficulty getting rid of Him the Holy Ghost in that He had installed Himself at the back of my head....I collared the Holy Ghost in the cellar and threw Him out.

Existence is prior to essence.

I think [Alain Robbe-Grillet] a good writer, but he speaks to the comfortable bourgeoisie.

Our responsibility is much greater than we might have supposed, because it involves all mankind.

Take [Stéphane] Mallarme. I hold him to be the greatest of French poets, and I have taken some time to understand him !

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

I do not understand! I understand nothing! I cannot understand nor do I want to understand! I want to believe! To Believe!