I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon.

People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I wantto vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea

My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.

This instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.

After all, she is lucky. I have been much too calm these past three years. I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity. I leave.

Perhaps it was a passing moment of madness after all. There is no trace of it any more. My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.

So you realized that there were always women in tears, or a red-headed man, or something else to spoil your effects?""Yes, naturally.

A little more and I would have fallen into the mirror trap. I avoided it, but only to fall into the window trap: with nothing to do, my arms dangling, I go over to the window.

He takes a few dazed steps, the waiters turn out the lights and he slips into unconsciousness: when this man is lonely he sleeps.

Many people desire to be trusted but they don’t do things that make them trustworthy...

The I examined my own heart. And there you were. Never, I fear, to be removed.

It's a completely irrational decision to drop out of school.

Friendship by its very nature consists in loving, rather than in being loved.

I hate married men. They never make any sacrifices to the arts, but are always thinking of their duties to their wives and families or some rubbish of that sort.

I don't see why a poem couldn't be spoken out a car window or written on the beach at low tide. In fact, I'm sure people are doing it.

If alcohol is queen, then tobacco is her consort. It's a fond companion for all occasions, a loyal friend through fair weather and foul.

We're taught to take care of people we love, but sometimes you can't.

And who is so barbarous as not to understand that the foot of a man is nobler than his shoe, and his skin nobler than that of the sheep with which he is clothed.

All things may corrupt when minds are prone to evil.