What if something were to happen? What if something suddenly started throbbing? Then they would notice it was there and they'd think their hearts were going to burst. Then what good would their dykes,...
We will freedom for freedom’s sake, in and through particular circumstances. And in thus willing freedom, we discover that it depends entirely upon the freedom of others and that the freedom of others...
Never were we freer than under the German Occupation.
Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
La patronne était là, j'ai dû la baiser, mais c'était bien par politesse.
Je n'ai pas rêvé cet héroïsme. Je l'ai choisi. On est ce qu'on veut.
I shall never sleep again. Butthen—how shall I endure my own company?
I have been much too calm these past three years. I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.
I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity, I had understood nothing.
Faire souffrir c'est posséder et créer tout autant que détruire.
Ama bardağımın dibinde biram ılıksa, aynada koyu renkli lekeler varsa, fazlalıksam; en içten ve en katışıksız acım, ayıbalığı gibi, hem bir yığın et hem gepgeniş bir deriyle ve insanın içine dokunan ı...
A real panic took hold of me. I didn't know where I was going. I ran along the docks, turned into the deserted streets in the Beauvoisis district; the houses watched my flight with their mournful eyes...
I was the beginning, the middle and the end all rolled into one small boy, already old, already dead, here, in the shadows, between the stacks of plates higher than himself, and outside, very far away...
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.
Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for...
We have so much difficulty imagining nothingness.
Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.
Lucien thought with bitter pleasure that his parents found him looking fine. I don’t exist. He closed his eyes and let himself drift: existence is an illusion because I know I don t exist, all I have...
Le secret douloureux des Dieux et des rois: c'est que les hommes sont libres. Ils sont libres Egisthe. Tu le sais, et ils ne le savent pas.