Life begins on the other side of despair.
What the painter adds to the canvas are the days of his life. The adventure of living, hurtling toward death.
Nothingness haunts Being.
What I lacked [in La Nausee] was a sense of reality. I have changed since. I have slowly learned to experience reality.
We do not judge the people we love.
As far as men go, it is not what they are that interests me, but what they can become.