The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.
Violence is good for those who have nothing to lose.
I confused things with their names: that is belief.
The lad who dreams of being a boxing champion or an admiral chooses reality. If the writer chooses the imaginary, he confuses the two.
I receive letters from workers, from secretaries. . . . They are the most interesting ones.
The appearance of the other in the world corresponds therefore to a congealed sliding of the whole universe.