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.
JEAN-PAUL SARTREIt was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.
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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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Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.
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I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.
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It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.
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Only the guy who isn’t rowing has time to rock the boat.
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Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
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You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.
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There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.
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I’d come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.
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Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
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My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep.
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Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees.
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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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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.
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I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.
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