What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it. - Jean-Paul Sartre

As for us, my little friend, we entered [the Communist Party] because we were tired of dying of hunger.

I can’t explain what I see. To anyone. There: I am quietly slipping into the water’s depths, towards fear. I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven’s name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.

So that is what hell is. I would never have believed it. You remember: the fire and brimstone, the torture. Ah! the farce. There is no need for torture: hell is other people.