Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

To choose not to choose is still to act.

Absurd, irreducible; nothing--not even a profound and secret delirium of nature--could explain [a tree root].

I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.

It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns...It goes, it goes ... and there's no end to it. It's worse than the rest because I feel responsible and have complicity in it. For example, this sort of painful rumination: I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. I.

When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.

Man is condemned to be free