Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.

The revolution you dream of is not ours. You don't want to change the world; you want to blow it up.

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

So that is what hell is. I would never have believed it. You remember: the fire and brimstone, the torture. Ah! the farce. There is no need for torture: Hell is other people.

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.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

Besides one should not believe that the people only want reading that is easy to absorb.