Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.

Man is the being whose project it is to be God.

It's just what people do when they're getting old, when they're sick of themselves and their life; they think of money and take care of themselves.

My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.

Then I realized what separated us: what I thought about him could not reach him; it was psychology, the kind they write about in books. But his judgment went through me like a sword and questioned my very right to exist. And it was true, I had always realized it; I hadn't the right to exist. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant or a microbe. My life put out feelers towards small pleasures in every direction. Sometimes it sent out vague signals; at other times I felt nothing more than a harmless buzzing.