Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance. - Jean-Paul Sartre

People are like dice, you throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing....

I exist because I think … and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment–it's frightful–if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing.

¡Que me den algo que hacer, lo que sea! Sería preferible que pensara en otra cosa, porque en este momento estoy por representarme la comedia. Sé muy bien que no quiero hacer nada; hacer algo es crear existencia, y ya hay bastante existencia.