For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.

Introspection is always retrospection

I had realized in the meantime that action too has its difficulties, and that one can also be led to it by neurosis. We are not saved by politics any more than by literature.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.

Hell is for other people.