Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story.
We have so much difficulty imagining nothingness.
People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends.
My thought is me: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist because I think… I can’t stop myself from thinking.
It seems as though I have learned all I know of life in books.
I do not believe in God; His existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.
Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.
For the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it.
Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance: it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast – or else there is nothing more at all.
Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.
