That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.

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.

If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.

One's past is what one is. It is the only way by which people should be judged.

Basically, dating is like climbing a volcano and you never know when it’s going to erupt, dumping molten lava and burning you

I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.

Be kind to humanity, she is very lonely, everyone is busy with themselves.

When I'm speaking on stage I feel my most empowered and my most vulnerable. So much could go wrong. That tension is such a rush.

I like when somebody says something negative about me because I can put it back in their face

We should be wrong to demand that a critic must stay on the point all the time; it is enough if he remains in orbit around it.

I vowed to never use my American accent, and I didn't. Even going to get the paper in the morning to buying milk down at the shop, getting a cab, wherever.

The Soul is a stranger trying to find a Home somewhere that is not a where.