I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

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

What I lacked [in La Nausee] was a sense of reality. I have changed since. I have slowly learned to experience reality.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs.

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

What do you want to do with the [Communist] Party? A racing stable? What good is it to sharpen a knife every day if you never useit for slicing? A party is never more than a means. There is only one objective: power.