Remember, Orestes: you were part of my herd, you grazed in the fields along with my sheep. Your liberty is nothing but a mange eating away at you, it… - Jean-Paul Sartre

Din clipa în care libertatea a făcut explozie în sufletul unui om, zeii nu mai pot face nimic împotriva lui. Asta-i o treabă omenească, şi numai ceilalţi oameni - numai ei - au căderea să-l lase în libertate sau să-l strîngâ de gît.

الآخرون هم الجحيم

Something has happened to me, I can't doubt it any more. It came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident. It came cunningly, little by little; I felt a little strange, a little put out, that's all. Once established it never moved, it stayed quiet, and I was able to persuade myself that nothing was the matter with me, that it was a false alarm. And now, it's blossoming.