I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

Ideas come in pairs and they contradict one another; their opposition is the principal engine of reflection.

Freedom is existence, and in it existence precedes essence.

I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost.

I needed to justify my existence, and I had made an absolute of literature. It took me thirty years to get rid of this state of mind.

Existence is prior to essence.