He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his head, as in a deserted street, at dawn. His solitude was so complete, beneath a lovely sky as mellow and serene as a good conscience, amid that busy throng, that he was amazed at his own existence; he must be somebody else's nightmare, and whoever it was would certainly awaken soon.
Jean-Paul SartreSo long as one believes in God, one has the right to do the Good in order to be moral.
Jean-Paul SartreI exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
Jean-Paul SartreWhat I see is teeming cohesion, contained dispersal... For him, to sculpt is to take the fat off space.
Jean-Paul Sartre