I can always choose, but I ought to know that if I do not choose, I am still choosing.
When one does nothing, one believes oneself responsible for everything.
It is the same: a chosen one is a man whom God’s finger crushes against the wall.
All-powerful god, who am I but the fear that I inspire in others?
Man is the being whose project it is to be God.
The status of ‘native’ is a nervous condition introduced and maintained by the settler among colonized people with their consent.
Il n’y a pas d’autre univers qu’un univers humain, l’univers de la subjectivite humaine. There is no other universe except the human universe, the universe of human subjectivity.
One should commit no stupidity twice, the variety of choice is, in the end, large enough.
What is not possible is not to choose.
The viable jewels of life remain untouched when man forgets his vocation of searching for the truth of his existence.
I do not understand! I understand nothing! I cannot understand nor do I want to understand! I want to believe! To Believe!
It is no longer possible to escape men. Farewell to the monsters, farewell to the saints. Farewell to pride. All that is left is men.
Life gave me everything I asked If all I asked was not a great deal, that’s my problem!
One does not adopt a new idea, one slips into it.
The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.
How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?
Listen to me: a family man is never a real family man. An assassin is never entirely assassin. They play a role, you understand. While a dead man, he is really dead. To be or not to be, right?
As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.
There it is: I am gently slipping into the water’s depths, towards fear.
Because we can imagine, we are free.