Hell is other people at breakfast.

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

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

We are possessed by the things we possess. When I like an object, I always give it to someone. It isn't generosity-it's only because I want others to be enslaved by objects, not me.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

But for me there is neither Monday nor Sunday: there are days which pass in disorder, and then, sudden lightning like this one. Nothing has changed and yet everything is different. I can't describe it, it's like the Nausea and yet it's just the opposite: at last an adventure happens to me and when I question myself I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here; I am the one who splits in the night, I am as happy as the hero of a novel.

All I can do is make the best of what I am, become accustomed to it, evaluate the possibilities, and take advantage of them the best I can.