A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

This free will business is a bit terrifying anyway. It's almost pleasanter to obey, and make the most of it.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

We know well enough when were being unjust and despicable. But we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.

When I say "I," I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.