Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.
A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.
From the period when I wrote La Nausea I wanted to create a morality. My evolution consists in my no longer dreaming of doing so.
Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.
Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.
it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.