Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.

In life man commits himself and draws his own portrait, outside of which there is nothing. No doubt this thought may seem harsh to someone who has not made a success of his life. But on the other hand, it helps people to understand that reality alone counts, and that dreams, expectations and hopes only serve to define a man as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and futile expectations.

When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell a story: the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail: you'd make a terrible witness.

There is no salvation anywhere. The idea of salvation implies the idea of an absolute.

I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.

I am not virtuous. Our sons will be if we shed enough blood to give them the right to be.

I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.