You are -- your life, and nothing else.

What the painter adds to the canvas are the days of his life. The adventure of living, hurtling toward death.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

Man is nothing else but what he purposes, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is.

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

That is exactly the writer's problem. What does literature stand for in a hungry world?

I was not the one to invent lies: they were created in a society divided by class and each of us inherited lies when we were born. It is not by refusing to lie that we will abolish lies: it is by eradicating class by any means necessary.