- Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself, and each of our lives represents the realization of this project. Nausea
- I thought I was at the center of the world, but it turned out there was no center. Nausea
- People need to see themselves once and understand: here, this is me. Then perhaps they would learn to hate their nature. Hate it enough to be ready to smash it with their fists. Nausea
- Time was my killer, my old man, I wanted to grasp it, but it slipped away, flowing through my fingers in endless motion. Nausea