“I look around the room. What a farce! All these people sitting there looking serious, eating. No, they aren’t eating: they are reviving their strenght in order to complete their respective tasks. Each of them has his little personal obstinacy which prevents him from noticing that he exists; there isn’t one of them who doesn’t think he is indispensable to somebody or something.”
“I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.”
Some of these days
You will miss me honey