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Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.

Jean-Paul Sartre

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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Existence Light Myself
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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Eat Existence Live Myself Tree
You’re lucky. I’m always conscious of myself —in my mind. Painfully conscious.
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Mindset Myself Pain Yourself
Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.
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Deep Eyes Ruin Smile
Words are loaded pistols.
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Weapon Word
You are — your life, and nothing else.
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Life Philosophy Yourself
We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are – that is the fact.
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Philosophy Responsible
Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.
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Choice Oneself Philosophy
As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.
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Alone Existence Heart Myself Suffering
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?
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Appearance Friendship Learning Live Naked People See
You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.
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Music Myself Suffering Yourself
Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
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Dream Myself Truth
Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.
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Deep Freedom
Existence is prior to essence.
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Existence One Liner
People are like dice. We throw ourselves in the direction of our own choosing.
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Choice Direction Ourselves People
I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don’t know how many consciences.
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Myself Oneself Word

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.

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