Jean-Paul Sartre, The Reprieve

"He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens."

Jean-Paul Sartre, The Reprieve

"Still, somewhere in the depths of ourselves we all harbor an ashamed, unsatisfied melancholy that quietly awaits a funeral."

Jean-Paul Sartre, The Reprieve