As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.

Let it crumble! Let the rocks revile me and flowers wilt at my coming. Your whole universe is not enough to prove me wrong. You are the king of gods, king of stones and stars, king of the waves of the sea. But you are not the king of man.

It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

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

I was not the one to invent lies: they were created in a society divided by class and each of us inherited lies when we were born. It is not by refusing to lie that we will abolish lies: it is by eradicating class by any means necessary.

I respect orders but I respect myself too and I do not obey foolish rules made especially to humiliate me.