I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.

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

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

The writer is committed when he plunges to the very depths of himself with the intent to disclose, not his individuality, but his person in the complex society that conditions and supports him.

So much torture, bloodshed, deceit. You cannot make your young people practice torture twenty-four hours a day and not expect to pay a price for it.

The absurd man will not commit suicide; he wants to live, without relinquishing any of his certainty, without a future, without hope, without illusions … and without resignation either. He stares at death with passionate attention and this fascination liberates him. He experiences the “divine irresponsibility” of the condemned man.

I am a man, Jupiter, and each man must invent his own path.