Our responsibility is much greater than we might have supposed, because it involves all mankind.

It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.

All I want is' - and he uttered the final words through clenched teeth and with a sort of shame - 'to retain my freedom.' I should myself have thought,' said Jacques, 'that freedom consisted in frankly confronting situations into which one had deliberately entered, and accepting all one's responsibilities. But that, no doubt, is not your view.

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

When I can't see myself in the mirror, I can't even feel myself, and I begin to wonder if I exist at all.

The sun is not ridiculous, quite the contrary. On everything I like, on the rust of the construction girders, on the rotten boards of the fence, a miserly, uncertain light falls, like the look you give, after a sleepless night, on decisions made with enthusiasm the day before, on pages you have written in one spurt without crossing out a word.