“There is only one day left, always starting over: It is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”

“all of us abandon ourselves to existence, because we were amongourselves, only among ourselves, it has taken us unawares, in the disorder, the day to day drift: I amashamed for myself and for what exists in front of it.”

“Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.”

“We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.”

“What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.”

“I see the future. It is there, poised over the street, hardly more dim than the present. What advantage will accrue from its realisation? The old woman stumps further and further away, she stops, pulls at a grey lock of hair which escapes from her handkerchief. She walks, she was there, now she is here... I don't know where I am any more: do i see her motions, or do I foresee them? I can no longer distinguish present from future and yet it lasts, it happens little by little; the old woman advances in the deserted street, shuffling her heavy, mannish brogues. This is time, time laid bare, coming slowly into existence, keeping us waiting, and when it does come making us sick because we realise it's been there for a long time. The old woman reaches the corner of the street, no more than a bundle of black clothes. All right then, it's new, she wasn't there a little while ago. But it's a tarnished deflowered newness, which can never surprise. She is going to turn the corner, she turns - during an eternity.”

“I'm going to leave, I'm going to take my train. But behind the existence which falls from one present to the other, without a past, without a future, behind these sounds which decompose from day to day, peel off and slip towards death, the melody stays the same, young and firm, like a pitiless witness.”