The form [of literature] matters little to me, classical or not.
Thrown into the atmosphere of action [in 1954], I suddenly understood the kind of neurosis that dominated all my previous work. I had not been able to recognize it before: I was inside. Simone de Beauvoir had guessed these reasons before I did.
I distrust the incommunicable; it is the source of all violence
I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.
I am not recommending "popular" literature which aims at the lowest.
I do not understand! I understand nothing! I cannot understand nor do I want to understand! I want to believe! To Believe!