In a word, man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines himself.

We make our own hell out of the people around us.

Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

One of the chief motives of artistic creation is certainly the need of feeling that we are essential in relationship to the world.

I am responsible for everything... except my very responsibility.

Words are loaded pistols.