Jean-Paul Sartre

“I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.”

“Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.”

“Imagination is not an empirical or superadded power of consciousness, it is the whole of consciousness as it realizes its freedom.”

“He yawned. He had finished the day and he had also finished with his youth. Various well-bred moralities had already discreetly offered him their services: disillusioned epicureanism, smiling tolerance, resignation, common sense stoicism - all the aids whereby a man may savour, minute by minute, like a connoisseur, the failure of a life.”

“What then did you expect when you unbound the gag that muted those black mouths? That they would chant your praises? Did you think that when those heads that our fathers had forcibly bowed down to the ground were raised again, you would find adoration in their eyes?”

“Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.”

“Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them.”

“Our responsibility is much greater than we might have supposed, because it involves all mankind.”

“To choose this or that is to affirm at the same time the value of what we choose, because we can never choose evil. We always choose the good, and nothing can be good for us without being good for all.”

“If literature isn't everything, it's not worth a single hour of someone's trouble.”

“A writer who takes political, social or literary positions must act only with the means that are his. These means are the written words.”

“What I see is teeming cohesion, contained dispersal.... For him, to sculpt is to take the fat off space.”

“She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.”

“I hate victims who respect their executioners.”

“You know how much I admire Che Guevara. In fact, I believe that the man was not only an intellectual but also the most complete human being of our age: as a fighter and as a man, as a theoretician who was able to further the cause of revolution by drawing his theories from his personal experience in battle.”

“When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell a story: the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail: you'd make a terrible witness.”

“People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked?”

“I think they do it to pass the time, nothing more. But time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.”

“Ma pensée, c'est moi: voilà pourquoi je ne peux pas m'arrêter. J'existe parce que je pense ... et je ne peux pas m'empêcher de penser.”

“Monsieur ... I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.”

“I wanted for the moments in my life to follow each other and order themselves like those of a life remembered. It would be just as well to try to catch time by the tail.”

“As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.”

“I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.”

“The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.”

“The past is the luxury of proprietors.”

“Who can exhaust a man? Who knows a man's resources?”

“For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.”

“All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.”

“How can I, who was not able to retain my own past, hope to save that of another?”

“I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.”