He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.

The For-itself, in fact, is nothing but the pure nihilation of the In-itself; it is like a hole of being at the heart of Being.

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June

Outside nature, against nature, without excuse, beyond remedy, except what remedy I find within myself.

What do I care about Jupiter? Justice is a human issue, and I do not need a god to teach it to me.

The revolution you dream of is not ours. You don't want to change the world; you want to blow it up.

If literature isn't everything, it's not worth a single hour of someone's trouble.