At that time [1954], as a result of political events, I was deeply preoccupied by my relations with the Communist Party.

That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.

I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite.

I discovered suddenly that alienation, exploitation of man by man, under-nourishment, relegated to the background metaphysical evil which is a luxury.

Man is what he wills himself to be.

When the rich [and politically powerful] make war, it's the poor [and politically weak] who die.

The characteristic of every neurosis is to represent itself as natural.