Il n'y a de réalité que dans l'action. (There is no reality except in action.)

I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.

A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.

My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.

Existence precedes and rules essence.

This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story. But you have to choose: live or tell.

In the state I was in, if someone had come and told me I could go home quietly, that they would leave me my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal.