Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
Death is a continuation of my life without me.
I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.
It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.
Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.