What I see is teeming cohesion, contained dispersal... For him, to sculpt is to take the fat off space.

That is exactly the writer's problem. What does literature stand for in a hungry world?

It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.

Il n'y a de réalité que dans l'action. (There is no reality except in action.)

You are -- your life, and nothing else.

One can ask why the I has to appear in the cogito {Descartes’ argument “I think therefore I am.}, since the cogito, if used rightly, is the awareness of pure consciousness, not directed at any fact or action. In fact the I is not necessary here, since it is never united directly to consciousness. One can even imagine a pure and self-aware consciousness which thinks of itself as impersonal spontaneity.