The only difference between image and idea is thus that in the one case, the expression of the object is confused, and in the other, it is clear. The… - Jean-Paul Sartre

Let it crumble! Let the rocks revile me and flowers wilt at my coming. Your whole universe is not enough to prove me wrong. You are the king of gods, king of stones and stars, king of the waves of the sea. But you are not the king of man.

"But everything changes when you tell about life; it's a change no one notices: the proof is that people talk about true stories. As if there could possibly be true stories; things happen one way and we tell about them in the opposite sense. You seem to start at the beginning: "It was a fine autumn eveningin 1922." And in reality you have started at the end. It was there, invisible and present, it is the one which gives to words the pomp and value of a beginning... And the story goes on in reverse: instants have stopped piling themselves in a lighthearted way one on top of the other, they are snapped up by the end of the story which draws them and each one of them in turn, draws out the preceding instant: "It was night, the street was deserted." The phrase is cast out negligently, it seems superfluous; but we do not let ourselves be caught and we put it aside: this is a piece of information whose value we shall subsequently appreciate. And we feel that the hero has lived all the details of this night like annunciations, promises, or even that he lived only those that were promises, blind and deaf to all that did not herald adventure. We forget that the future was not yet there; the man was walking in a night without forethought, a night which offered him a choice of dull rich prizes, and he did not make his choice.
I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail."

گوتز: تۆ جوانی و جوانی دیاری شەیتانە.
هیلدا: دڵنیای؟
گوتز: من ئیتر لە هیچ شتێک دڵنیا نیم. ئەگەر حەز و هەوەسەکانم ڕازی بکەم، تووشی گوناح دەبم بەڵام خۆم لە چنگیان دەرباز دەکەم؛ ئەگەر نەمهەوێت ڕازییان بکەم، دەمێننەوە و ڕۆحم گەنیو دەکەن. شەو نزیک دەبێتەوە؛ لە کەش و هەوای بوولێڵدا دەبێ چاوگەلێکی زیتەڵە و وردبینت بێت تا بتوانی خودا لە شەیتان جیا بکەیتەوە.

- لەژێر چاوی خودادا لەگەڵت بنووم؟
نە من حەز بە نزیکیکردنی بەکۆمەڵ ناکەم. ئەگەر لە شوێنێک، شەوێکی تاریک و نووتەکمان پێ شکهات کە بتوانین خۆمان لە چاوی ئەو (خودا) بشارینەوە... جا...
هیلدا: عەشق هەر ئەم شەوە تاری و نووتەکەیە. ئەو مرۆڤانەی کە یەکتریان خۆش دەوێ، خودا ئەوان نابینێت!