We do not judge the people we love.

You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.

Your scare me rather. My reflection in the glass never did that; of course, I knew it so well. Like something I had tamed...I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

I was a neophyte in another world [in 1954].

Man is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself.

When I can't see myself in the mirror, I can't even feel myself, and I begin to wonder if I exist at all.

No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point.