The world would get along very well without literature. It would get along even better without man.

The For-itself, in fact, is nothing but the pure nihilation of the In-itself; it is like a hole of being at the heart of Being.

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.

What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it.

Freedom is existence, and in it existence precedes essence.