I considered calmly that I was born to write.

I was escaping from Nature and at last becoming myself, that Other whom I was aspiring to be in the eyes of others.

I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.

A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost.

I hate victims who respect their executioners.

He loves me, he doesn't love my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass he wouldn't recognize it, he's always feeling me, but if they put the glass in his hands he wouldn't touch it, he wouldn't think, "that's hers," you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines. Maybe we don't love them because we aren't used to them, but if we saw them the way we saw our hands and arms maybe we'd love them; the starfish must love each other better than we do.

There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.