My thought is me: that is why I can’t stop. I exist by what I think .. and I can’t prevent myself from thinking. At this very moment – this is terrible – if I exist, it is because I hate existing. It is I, it is I who pull myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: hatred and disgust for existence are just so many ways of making me exist, of thrusting me into existence.
—  Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.
—  Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea.
Não posso dizer que me sinta aliviado nem contente; ao contrário, me sinto esmagado. Só que meu objetivo foi atingido: sei o que desejava saber; compreendi tudo o que me aconteceu a partir do mês de janeiro. A Náusea não me abandonou e não creio que me abandone tão cedo; mas já não estou submetido a ela, já não se trata de uma doença, nem de um acesso passageiro: a Náusea sou eu.
—  Jean-Paul Sartre, "A Náusea". (pág.187)
You and me are real people, operating in a real world. We are not figments of each other’s imagination. I am the architect of my own self, my own character and destiny. It is no use whingeing about what I might have been, I am the things I have done and nothing more. We are all free, completely free. We can each do any damn thing we want. Which is more than most of us dare to imagine.
I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven’s name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.
—  Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea