“We must act out passion before we can feel it.”

Death is a continuation of my life without me.

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.

Life has no meaning a priori, It is up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing but the meaning that you choose.

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die.

If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I’m still waiting, it’s all been to seduce women basically.

Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

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 at all.

Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.

I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.

I said to myself, ‘I want to die decently’.

In love, one and one are one.

Existence is an imperfection.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

You are — your life, and nothing else.

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it’s urgency.

I told you about the moon, how it feels like your eyes; They both let me know where home is.

I’ve become almost professional, at pushing the feelings aside, away, afar. It’s not hard at all, in fact, It’s a chore to feel anything at all.

As much as I gained from self-love, Being in love with who you are is more than enough to make you feel that you are alive.

I lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas – fat, drugged, and completely out of it.

I thought pregnancy would give me very strong & binary feelings about “womanhood” but truly it has leveled my perception of gender entirely.

Feeling understood by one particular person is like holding a universe that solely belongs to you.

And what a rare and magical thing it is to feel as though your heart has finally found a soft place to land.

It feels ironic when you wake up one day and try to unlove a person you dreamed of waking up with.