Acting is a question of absorbing other people's personalities and adding some of your own experience.

Uncalled-for aggression arouses the hatred of the civilian population.

But for me there is neither Monday nor Sunday: there are days which pass in disorder, and then, sudden lightning like this one. Nothing has changed and yet everything is different. I can't describe it, it's like the Nausea and yet it's just the opposite: at last an adventure happens to me and when I question myself I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here; I am the one who splits in the night, I am as happy as the hero of a novel.

To think new thoughts you have to break the bones in your head

Man is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself.

And I too wanted to be. That is all I wanted; and this is the last word. At the bottom of all these attempts which seemed without bounds, I find the same desire again: to drive existence out of me, to rid the passing moments of their fat, to twist them, dry them, purify myself, harden myself, to give back at last the sharp, precise sound of a saxophone note. That could even make an apologue: there was a poor man who got in the wrong world.

The consciousness that says 'I am' is not the consciousness that thinks.