Man is condemned to be free. Condemned because he did not create himself, yet is nevertheless at liberty, and from the moment he is thrown into this world he is responsible for everything he does.

But faced with this great wrinkled paw, neither ignorance nor knowledge was important: the world of explanations and reasons is not the world of existence.

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

All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other.

The Nausea is not inside me: I feel it out there in the wall, in the suspenders, everywhere around me. It makes itself one with the café, I am the one who is within it.

Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think.

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