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.

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

It is no longer possible to escape men. Farewell to the monsters, farewell to the saints. Farewell to pride. All that is left is men.

I don't know. Everything. Living. Smoking.

What I regretted in La Nausee was not to have put myself completely into the thing. I remained outside my hero's disease, protected by my neurosis which, through writing, gave me happiness.

I admire [Samuel] Beckett, but I am totally against him. He seeks no improvement.