What is not possible is not to choose.

Your scare me rather. My reflection in the glass never did that; of course, I knew it so well. Like something I had tamed...I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.

What do I care about Jupiter? Justice is a human issue, and I do not need a god to teach it to me.

I am a man, Jupiter, and each man must invent his own path.

As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.

I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.