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.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

There it is: I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear.

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

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

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.

In Guinea I could read [Franz] Kafka. I re-discover in him my own discomfort.