[Contemporary writer] could be a kind of [Samuel] Beckett who would not be felt to be totally committed to despair.

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

In a word, man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines himself.

When one loves animals and children too much, one loves them against human beings.

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?

[Contemporary writer] could be a kind of [Samuel] Beckett who would not be felt to be totally committed to despair.

I think there is an enormous diference between speaking and writing. One rereads what one writes. But one might read it slowly or quickly. In other words, you do not know how long you will have to spend deliberating over a sentence. ... But if I listen to a tape recorder, the listening time is determined by the speed at which the tape turns and not by my own needs.