The consciousness that says 'I am' is not the consciousness that thinks.

Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.

What I ask of [the writer] is not to ignore the reality and the fundamental problems that exist. The world's hunger, the atomic threat, the alienation of man, I am astonished that they do not color all our literature.

You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.

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.

Man is nothing else but what he purposes, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is.

If you seek authenticity for authenticity's sake you are no longer authentic.