The more absurd life is, the more insupportable death is.

your judgement judges you and defines you

I committed the first crime by creating men as mortals. After that, what more could you do, you the murderers? Come on; they already had death in them: at most you simply hastened things a little.

Thrown into the atmosphere of action [in 1954], I suddenly understood the kind of neurosis that dominated all my previous work. I had not been able to recognize it before: I was inside. Simone de Beauvoir had guessed these reasons before I did.

I am myself and I am here.

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

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.