This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified.

Some men are born committed to action: they do not have a choice, they have been thrown on a path, at the end of that path, an act awaits them, their act.

I am responsible for everything... except my very responsibility.

We are our choices.

Ideas come in pairs and they contradict one another; their opposition is the principal engine of reflection.

Everything that exists is born for no reason, carries on living through weakness, and dies by accident

I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment.