Existentialism is not atheist in the sense that it would exhaust itself in demonstrations of the non-existence of God. It declares, rather, that even… - Jean-Paul Sartre

I go to the window, I spot a fly under the curtain, I corner it in a muslin trap and move a murderous forefinger toward it. This moment is not in the program, it's something apart, timeless, incomparable, motionless, nothing will come of it this evening or later . . . Mankind is asleep. . . . Alone and without a future in a stagnant moment, a child is asking murder for strong sensations. Since I'm refused a man's destiny, I'll be the destiny of a fly. I don't rush matters, I'm letting it have time enough to become aware of the giant bending over it. I move my finger forward, the fly bursts, I'm foiled! Good God, I shouldn't have killed it! It was the only being in all creation that feared me; I no longer mean anything to anyone. I, the insecticide, take the victim's place and become an insect myself. I'm a fly, I've always been one. This time I've touched bottom.

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

Gülünç...hayır, oraya kadar varamıyordu bile; var olan hiçbir şey gülünç olamaz; bu durum kimi vodvillerdeki belli durumları çok uzaktan yarım yamalak andırıyordu. Bir yığın tedirgin, kendinden sıkılmış var olandan başka bir şey değildik. Burada bulunmamız için tek bir neden yoktu, hiçbirimiz böyle bir neden ileri süremezdi. Utanç içinde bulunan ve belirsiz bir tedirginlik duyan her var olan, ötekilerin karşısında kendini fazlalık olarak hissediyordu. Fazlalık.