Sign of old age: distress at all leave-takings, all separations. And the sadness of memories, because I'm aware they're condemned to death.

From the very beginning, existentialism defined itself as a philosophy of ambiguity.

She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.

As long as there have been men and they have lived, they have all felt this tragic ambiguity of their condition, but as long as there have been philosophers and they have thought, most of them have tried to mask it.

As long as the family and the myth of the family ... have not been destroyed, women will still be oppressed.

The day had been spent in the expectation of these hours, and now they were crumbling away, becoming, in their turn, another period of expectancy...It was a journey without end, leading to an indefinite future, eternally shifting just as she was reaching the present.

I don't want to be just another blade of grass.