Everything that exists is born for no reason, carries on living through weakness, and dies by accident

The consciousness that says 'I am' is not the consciousness that thinks.

You are -- your life, and nothing else.

I admire [Samuel] Beckett, but I am totally against him. He seeks no improvement.

When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell a story: the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail: you'd make a terrible witness.

Commitment is an act, not a word.

So it comes to this; one doesn’t need rest. Why bother about sleep if one isn’t sleepy? That stands to reason, doesn’t it? Wait a minute, there’s a snag somewhere; something disagreeable. Why, now, should it be disagreeable? …Ah, I see; it’s life without a break.