Violence is good for those who have nothing to lose.

The sun is not ridiculous, quite the contrary. On everything I like, on the rust of the construction girders, on the rotten boards of the fence, a miserly, uncertain light falls, like the look you give, after a sleepless night, on decisions made with enthusiasm the day before, on pages you have written in one spurt without crossing out a word.

What the painter adds to the canvas are the days of his life. The adventure of living, hurtling toward death.

What is meant here by saying that existence precedes essence? It means first of all, man exists, turns up, appears on the scene, and, only afterwards, defines himself. If man, as the existentialist conceives him, is indefinable, it is because at first he is nothing. Only afterward will he be something, and he himself will have made what he will be.

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.

It is disgusting -- Why must we have bodies?

I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.