What is life but an unpleasant interruption to a peaceful nonexistence.

A writer who takes political, social or literary positions must act only with the means that are his. These means are the written words.

There it is: I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear.

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

If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I'm still waiting, it's all been to seduce women basically.

Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom-ah the soul-destroying boredom-of long days of mild content.

Man is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself.