The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.
I am illuminated within by a diminishing light.
I have been much too calm these past three years. I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.
In irony a man annihilates what he posits within one and the same act; he leads us to believe in order not to be believed; he affirms to deny and denies to affirm; he creatives a positive object but it has no being other than its nothingness.
I can always choose, but I ought to know that if I do not choose, I am still choosing.
I've lived the life of a man without teeth, he thought about it. A life of a man without teeth. I've never bitten, I've been waiting, keeping myself for later - and now I've just ascertained that I don't have teeth anymore.