I discovered suddenly that alienation, exploitation of man by man, under-nourishment, relegated to the background metaphysical evil which is a luxury.

Why do you keep maintaining your ideas are right if you can't prove them?

I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.

Because we can imagine, we are free.

Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think.

Hell is other people at breakfast.

As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.