I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

There is a universe behind and before him. And the day is approaching when closing the last book on the last shelf on the far left; he will say to himself, "now what?

I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

What do we mean by saying that existence precedes essence? We mean that man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world-and defines himself afterward.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

I am responsible for everything... except my very responsibility.

Handing over a bank note is enough to make a bicycle belong to me, but my entire life is needed to realize this possession.