I don't know. Everything. Living. Smoking.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

Man is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself.

You must be afraid, my son. That is how one becomes an honest citizen.

So long as one believes in God, one has the right to do the Good in order to be moral.

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

I grow warm, I begin to feel happy. There is nothing extraordinary in this, it is a small happiness of Nausea: it spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of out time - the time of purple suspenders, and broken chair seats; it is made of white, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain. No sooner than born, it is already old, it seems as though I have known it for twenty years.