When she was in Djibouti and I was in Aden, and I used to go and see her for twenty-four hours, she managed to multiply the misunderstandings between us until there were exactly sixty minutes before I had to leave; sixty minutes, just long enough to make you feel the seconds passing one by one.
Aku suka menyadari betapa kerasnya buku bertahan, tidak pernah mau takluk begitu saja padaku; aku jadi terpedaya, capai, tetapi aku amat menikmati ambiguitas posisiku: “mengerti tetapi tidak mengerti”.
My memories are like coins in the devil’s purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.
They are young and well built, they have another thirty years ahead of them. So they don’t hurry, they take their time, and they are quite right. Once they have been to bed together, they will have to find something else to conceal the enormous absurdity of their existence.
I haven’t any troubles, I have some money like a gentleman of leisure, no boss, no wife, no children; I exist, that’s all. And that particular trouble is so vague, so metaphysical, that I am ashamed of it.
La mayor parte del tiempo, al no unirse a palabras, mis pensamientos quedan en la niebla. Dibujan formas claras y agradables, se disipan; en seguida las olvido.
Can you justify your existence then?
I must wash myself clean with abstract thoughts, transparent as water.
The Nausea has not left me and I don’t believe it will leave me so soon; but I no longer have to bear it, it is no longer an illness or a passing fit: it is I.
The existent individual, as Kierkegaard defines him, is first of all he who is in an infinite relationship with himself and has an infinite interest in himself and his destiny. Secondly, the existent individual always feels himself to be in Becoming, with a task before him;.
When you want to understand something you stand in front of it, alone, without help: all the past in the world is of no use.
An existant can never justify the existence of another existant.
Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.
There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.
If you are lonely when you’re alone, you are in bad company.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
We are our choices.
You are – your life, and nothing else.
To choose not to choose is still to act.
Man is fully responsible for his nature and his choices.