Existence is an imperfection.

You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.

Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: "It shines like a little diamond", "What does?" "This moment. It is round, it hangs in empty space like a little diamond; I am eternal.

I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!

Man is what he wills himself to be.

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.

It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not 'one thing in my life' - not even the most important - because my life no longer belongs to me because...you are always me.

I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.

It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.

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

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.

In love, one and one are one.

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

Our will is always for our own good, but we do not always see what that is; the people is never corrupted, but it is often deceived..." (Bk2:3)

A born king is a very rare being.

You need at least six or seven years to understand the philosophy and concentration of karate to know to clean your spirit of everything and dedicate your mind and body to the sport.

When I was 24, I was full of life. I was that ham who wanted to be famous, a movie star, all that stuff. I think it's cool. But it was not what I was searching for, really. It was more a delusion.

I'm one of the most sensitive human beings on Earth - and I know it.