Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.

I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being.

What do you want to do with the [Communist] Party? A racing stable? What good is it to sharpen a knife every day if you never useit for slicing? A party is never more than a means. There is only one objective: power.

It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns...It goes, it goes ... and there's no end to it. It's worse than the rest because I feel responsible and have complicity in it. For example, this sort of painful rumination: I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. I.

Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.