Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

For the time being I have seen enough of living things, of dogs, of men, of all flabby masses which move spontaneously.

The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe.

I considered calmly that I was born to write.

Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself.

Philosophy appears to some people as a homogenous milieu: there thoughts are born and die, there systems are built, and there, in turn, they collapse. Others take Philosophy for a specific attitude which we can freely adopt at will. Still others see it as a determined segment of culture. In our view Philosophy does not exist.

A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution.