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To eat is to appropriate by destruction.
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I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
Jean-Paul Sartre
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I mistrust illuminations: what we take for a discovery is very often only a familiar thought that we have not recognized.
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You must be afraid, my son. That is how one becomes an honest citizen.
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They are in bad faith - they are afraid - and fear, bad faith have an aroma that the gods find delicious. Yes, the gods like that, the pitiful souls.
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If literature isn’t everything, it’s not worth a single hour of someone’s trouble.
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We will not go to Heaven,Goetz, and even if we both entered it, we would not have eyes to see each other, nor hands to touch each other. Up there, God gets all the attention.... We can only love on this earth and against God.
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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.
Jean-Paul Sartre
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There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.
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Thus, Beauty is neither an appearance nor a being, but a relationship: the transformation of being into appearance
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I do not understand! I understand nothing! I cannot understand nor do I want to understand! I want to believe! To Believe!
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I am a man, Jupiter, and each man must invent his own path.
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He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.
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Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts.
Jean-Paul Sartre
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I came to claim my kingdom and you refused me because I was not one of you. Now I am one of you, my subjects, we are bound by blood, and I deserve to be your king. Your sins and your remorse, your mighty anguish, I take all upon myself. Fear your dead no more, they are my dead.
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Lord, you have cursed Cain and Cain’s children: thy will be done. You have allowed men’s hearts to be corrupted, that their intentions be rotten, that their actions putrefy and stink: thy will be done.
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Ah! How I hate the crimes of the new generation: they are dry and sterile as darnel.
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As for us, my little friend, we entered the Communist Party because we were tired of dying of hunger.
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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?
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Remember, Orestes: you were part of my herd, you grazed in the fields along with my sheep. Your liberty is nothing but a mange eating away at you, it is nothing but an exile.
Jean-Paul Sartre
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It is the same: a chosen one is a man whom God’s finger crushes against the wall.
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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?
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As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.
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Man cannot will unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no other destiny than the one he forges for himself on this earth.
Jean-Paul Sartre