It disturbs me no more to find men base, unjust, or selfish than to see apes mischievous, wolves savage, or the vulture ravenous.

When one does nothing, one believes oneself responsible for everything.

I am myself and I am here.

Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts.

Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.

What I regretted in La Nausee was not to have put myself completely into the thing. I remained outside my hero's disease, protected by my neurosis which, through writing, gave me happiness.

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