From the period when I wrote La Nausea I wanted to create a morality. My evolution consists in my no longer dreaming of doing so.

What the painter adds to the canvas are the days of his life. The adventure of living, hurtling toward death.

It is enough that one man hate another for hate to gain, little by little, all mankind.

Naturally, in the course of my life I have made lots of mistakes, large and small, for one reason or another, but at the heart of it all, every time I made a mistake it was because I was not radical enough.

When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

Imagination is not an empirical or superadded power of consciousness, it is the whole of consciousness as it realizes its freedom.