One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

Commitment is an act, not a word.

Existence precedes and rules essence.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

I am a man, Jupiter, and each man must invent his own path.

I had realized in the meantime that action too has its difficulties, and that one can also be led to it by neurosis. We are not saved by politics any more than by literature.

I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.