What is not possible is not to choose.

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

Therefore, in the nature of this will for freedom, which freedom itself implies, I may pass judgement on those who seek to hide from themselves the complete arbitrariness and the complete freedom of their existence.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

One does not adopt a new idea, one slips into it.

But for me there is neither Monday nor Sunday: there are days which pass in disorder, and then, sudden lightning like this one. Nothing has changed and yet everything is different. I can't describe it, it's like the Nausea and yet it's just the opposite: at last an adventure happens to me and when I question myself I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here; I am the one who splits in the night, I am as happy as the hero of a novel.

Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.