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

When one loves animals and children too much, one loves them against human beings.

A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

Several hours or several years make no difference once you have lost eternity.

Man is fully responsible for his nature and his choices.

But for me there is neither Monday nor Sunday: there are days which pass in disorder, and then, sudden lightning like this one. Nothing has changed and yet everything is different. I can't describe it, it's like the Nausea and yet it's just the opposite: at last an adventure happens to me and when I question myself I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here; I am the one who splits in the night, I am as happy as the hero of a novel.