People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?
JEAN-PAUL SARTREThe consciousness that says ‘I am’ is not the consciousness that thinks.
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Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.
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I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.
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Hell is – other people!
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To think new thoughts you have to break the bones in your head.
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What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.
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One always dies too soon – or too late. And yet one’s whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are — your life, and nothing else.
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The worst part about being lied to is knowing you weren’t worth the truth.
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That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.
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That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.
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I have no religion, but if I were to choose one, it would be that of Shariati’s.
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For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.
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A madman’s ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.
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In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.
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Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that’s all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.
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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.
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