I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.
My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.
Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calmโbecause of my body; my body, I saw with its eyes, I heard with its ears, but it was no longer me; it sweated and trembled by itself and I didnโt recognize it any more.
Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.
From the period when I wrote La Nausea I wanted to create a morality. My evolution consists in my no longer dreaming of doing so.