One always dies too soon - or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing… - Jean-Paul Sartre

You are — your life, and nothing else.

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

One always dies too soon — or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

I get up. There is a white hole in the wall, a mirror. It is a trap. I know I am going to let myself be caught in it. I have. The grey thing appears in the mirror. I go over and look at it, I can no longer get away. It is the reflection of my face. Often in these lost days I study it. I can understand nothing of this face. The faces of others have some sense, some direction. Not mine. I cannot even decide whether it is handsome or ugly. I think it is ugly because I have been told so. But it doesn't strike me. At heart, I am even shocked that anyone can attribute qualities of this kind to it, as if you called a clod of earth or a block of stone beautiful or ugly.

Понимаешь, начать кого-нибудь любить - это целое дело. Нужна энергия, любопытство, ослепленность... Вначале бывает даже такая минута, когда нужно перепрыгнуть пропасть: стоит задуматься, и этого уже не сделаешь. Я знаю, что больше никогда не прыгну.

The consciousness that says 'I am' is not the consciousness that thinks.