I never could bear the idea of anyone’s expecting something from me. It always made me want to do the opposite.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREPeople 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?
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It is disgusting – Why must we have bodies?
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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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Your judgement judges you and defines you.
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Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.
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All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.
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Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being – like a worm.
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Better a good journalist than a poor assassin.
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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 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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I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you.
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Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.
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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.
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I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
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He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.
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I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.
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