[M]an is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, in other respect is free; because, once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does. The Existentialist does not believe in the power of passion. He will never agree that a sweeping passion is a ravaging torrent which fatally leads a man to certain acts and is therefore an excuse. He thinks that man is responsible for his passion.

I distrust the incommunicable; it is the source of all violence

I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

When I can't see myself in the mirror, I can't even feel myself, and I begin to wonder if I exist at all.

It is enough that one man hate another for hate to gain, little by little, all mankind.

What never vary are the necessities of being in the world, of having to labor and to die there.

It is disgusting -- Why must we have bodies?