Quotes from Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

This instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.

When you live alone, you even forget what it is to tell a story: plausibility disappears at the same time as friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail: you'd make a terrible witness. But on the other hand, everything improbable, everything which nobody would ever believe in a cafe, comes your way.

This is what I have to avoid, I must not put in strangeness where there is none.