“Lola was beside him , soft and very warm, and Boris could not bring himself to utter the slightest word, his voice was dead. 'Just as though I were dumb.' It was delicious, his voice was floating at the far… — Jean Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“He was free, free for everything, free to act like an animal or like a machine.” — Jean Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“Lola was beside him , soft and very warm, and Boris could not bring himself to utter the slightest word, his voice was dead.… — Jean Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“My existence was beginning to cause me serious concern. Was I a mere figment of the imagination?” — Jean Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“We are in hell, my dear, there is never a mistake and people are not damned for nothing.” — Jean Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“But the operation of writing implies that of reading as its dialectical correlative and these two connected acts necessitate two distinct agents. It is… — Jean Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“Concha would cry when she found out I was dead, she should have no taste for life for months afterward. But I was still the one who was going to die. I thought of her soft, beautiful eyes. when she looked at me something passed her to me. But I knew it was over: if she looked at me now… — Jean Paul Sartre Copy Share
“How can you expect my character to be solidly real, to be anything other than obviously imaginary, when everything is contingent anyway? My Character… — Jean Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“Tri sata. Tri sata, to je vrijeme kad je uvijek prekasno ili prerano za sve ono sto covjek kani uciniti. Cudan popodnevni trenutak. Danas… — Jean Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“I found everything perfectly clear, and I really understood absolutely nothing.” — Jean Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
