Man Is Condemned To Be Free

Do You Think I Can Read [alain] Robbe-grillet In An Underdeveloped Country? He Does Not Feel Himself Maimed.

I'd Come To Realize That All Our Troubles Spring From Our Failure To Use Plain, Clear-cut Language.

I Am Neither Virgin Nor Priest Enough To Play With The Inner Life.

Every Existing Thing Is Born Without Reason, Prolongs Itself Out Of Weakness, And Dies By Chance.

It Is The Same: A Chosen One Is A Man Whom God's Finger Crushes Against The Wall.