My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.

I consider Les Nourritures Terrestres as a frightening book: "Look for God in no other place than everywhere." Go and tell that to a workman, an engineer!

Existence is prior to essence.

We cannot withdraw our cards from the game. Were we as silent and mute as stones, our very passivity would be an act.

One cannot become a saint when one works sixteen hours a day.

I was not the one to invent lies: they were created in a society divided by class and each of us inherited lies when we were born. It is not by refusing to lie that we will abolish lies: it is by eradicating class by any means necessary.

Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.