And naturally, everything they tell about in books can happen in real life, but not in the same way. It is to this way of happening that I clung so t… - Jean-Paul Sartre

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.

You see, I'm fond of teasing, it's
a second nature with me — and I'm used to teasing myself. Plaguing myself, if you prefer; I don't tease nicely.

He yawned. He had finished the day and he had also finished with his youth. Various well-bred moralities had already discreetly offered him their services: disillusioned epicureanism, smiling tolerance, resignation, common sense stoicism - all the aids whereby a man may savour, minute by minute, like a connoisseur, the failure of a life.