Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.
Jean-Paul SartreI exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me — and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.
Jean-Paul SartreWhat do I care about Jupiter? Justice is a human issue, and I do not need a god to teach it to me.
Jean-Paul SartreMan is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself.
Jean-Paul Sartre