Existential Musings

by Charlotte Reads Classics

“My memories are like the coins in the devil’s purse: when it was opened, nothing was found in it but dead leaves.”

“At least it’s a definite colour: I am glad I have red hair. It’s there in the mirror, it catches the eye, it shines out.”

“You can’t put your past in your pocket; you have to have a house in which to store it. I possess nothing but my body; a man on his own, with nothing but his body, can’t stop memories; they pass through him. I shouldn’t complain: all I have ever wanted was to be free.”
Jean Paul Sartre, Nausea