To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June

Listen to me: a family man is never a real family man. An assassin is never entirely assassin. They play a role, you understand. While a dead man, he is really dead. To be or not to be, right?

To be responsible is to be the uncontested author of an event or thing.

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

I should wish [Alain Robbe-Grillet] to realize that Guinea exists.

[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.

It is no longer possible to escape men. Farewell to the monsters, farewell to the saints. Farewell to pride. All that is left is men.