As far as men go, it is not what they are that interests me, but what they can become.

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

Man is nothing else but what he purposes, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is.

Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.

We are our choices.

Before you come alive, life is nothing; it 's up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing else but the meaning that you choose.

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.

What is life but an unpleasant interruption to a peaceful nonexistence.

I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. [It is a matter of choice, not chance.] Such is the first principle of existentialism.

Never stop growing in life. The world's tallest redwood trees were once little nuts, that kept on growing, regardless of weather, trials and tribulations.

When you love someone, you often surprise yourself with the kind of forbearance you can show in the face of total exasperation.

If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.

Adverbs is a book about love, and I thought that was pretty cheerful, but people who are reading it now are telling me that it's actually quite dark.

I will respect this liver. After all, it's not mine.

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.

I feel like the need to want to create and make something is stronger than the difficulties are going through.

Take possession of the air, submit the elements, penetrate the last redoubts of nature, make space retreat, make death retreat.

I despise this weakness in myself - this endless one-sided conversation that takes the place of action.

Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.