Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.
And all these existents which bustled about this tree came from nowhere and were going nowhere. Suddenly they existed, then suddenly they existed no longer: existence is without memory; of the vanishe...
What do I care about Jupiter? Justice is a human issue, and I do not need a god to teach it to me.
میخواهید به شما بگویم چرا از مرگ نمیترسید؟ چون هرکدام از شما فکر میکند مرگ به سر دیگری نازل خواهد شد نه به سر خودش. در این جنگ همه کشته خواهند شد.
ليس هناك مستعمرون صالحون وأخرون طالحون، بل هناك مستعمرون فحسب
To do something is to create existence
One cannot hate a man more than one can love him. The
This sun and blue sky were only a snare. This is the hundredth time I've let myself be caught. My memories are like coins in the devil's purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.
The individual's duty is to do what he wants to do, to think whatever he likes, to be accountable to no one but himself, to challenge every idea and every person.
My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.
Men get the war they deserve.
INEZ: There...you know the way the catch larks - with a mirror? I'm your lark-mirror,my dear, and you can't escape me...There isn't any pimple, not a trace of one. So what about it? Suppose the mirror...
I must wash myself clean with abstract thoughts, transparent as water.
I must be without remorse or regrets as I am without excuse; for from the instant of my upsurge into being, I carry the weight of the world by myself alone without help, engaged in a world for which I...
I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.
I am free,’ he said suddenly. And his joy changed, on the spot, to a crushing sense of anguish.
I am beginning to believe that nothing can ever be proved. These are honest hypotheses which take the facts into account: but I sense so definitely that they come from me, and that they are simply a w...
Höderer: You don't love men, Hugo. You love only principles. Hugo: Men? Why should I love them? Do they love me?Höderer: Then why did you come to us? If you don't love men, you can't fight for them.Hu...
Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your...