“I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.”

“I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon.”

“I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.”

“The rain has stopped, the air is mild, the sky slowly rolls up fine black images : it is more than enough to frame the perfect moment ; to reflect these images, she would cause dark little tides to be born in our hearts. I don't know how to take advantage of the occasion : I walk at random, calm and empty, under this wasted sky.”

“The Nausea is not inside me: I feel it out there in the wall, in the suspenders, everywhere around me. It makes itself one with the café, I am the one who is within it.”

“Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.”

“I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.”