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I Construct My Memories With My Present. I Am Lost, Abandoned In The Present. I Try In Vain To Rejoin The Past: I Cannot Escape.

Existence Precedes And Rules Essence.

Man Can Will Nothing Unless He Has First Understood That He Must Count On No One But Himself.

L'homme Est Une Passion Inutile. Man Is A Useless Passion.

Like Morality, Literature Needs To Be Universal. So That The Writer Must Put Himself On The Side Of The Majority, Of The Two Billion Starving, If He Wishes To Be Able To Speak To All And Be Read By All. Failing That, He Is At The Service Of A Privileged Class And, Like It, An Exploiter.