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Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit Quotes: "You are -- your life, and nothing else."

You are -- your life, and nothing else.



Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit Quotes: "I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. Italways made me want to do just the opposite."

I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. Italways made me want to do just the opposite.




Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit Quotes: "At an age when most children are playing hopscotch or with their dolls, you, poor child, who had no friends or toys, you toyed with dreams of murder, because that is a game to play alone."

At an age when most children are playing hopscotch or with their dolls, you, poor child, who had no friends or toys, you toyed with dreams of murder, because that is a game to play alone.



Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit Quotes: "Hell is—other people!"

Hell is—other people!




Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit Quotes: "Much more likely you’ll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I’ve got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands."

Much more likely you’ll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I’ve got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands.



Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit Quotes: "You're lucky. I'm always conscious of myself —in my mind. Painfully conscious."

You're lucky. I'm always conscious of myself —in my mind. Painfully conscious.



Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit Quotes: "Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom—ah the soul-destroying boredom—of long days of mild content."

Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom—ah the soul-destroying boredom—of long days of mild content.