Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract.

Nobody is bound by any obligation unless it has first been freely accepted.Â

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world’s errors.

This free will business is a bit terrifying anyway. It’s almost pleasanter to obey, and make the most of it.

We know well enough when we’re being unjust and despicable. but we don’t restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.

When I say “I,” I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.

Nature is honest, we aren’t; we embalm our dead.

All of us are mad. If it weren’t for the fact that every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn’t be any point in giving each person a separate name.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It’s like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously – to love each other, hate each other – but then – it isn’t true. It isn’t true, we don’t care at all!