No Exit

No Exit - Jean-Paul Sartre

Could hell be described as too much of anything without a break? Are variety, moderation and balance instruments we use to keep us from boiling in any inferno of excess, whether it be cheesecake or ravenous sex? — 2025-08-01

Can the mind be in hell in a beautiful place? Is there a way to find peace in a hellish physical environment? — 2025-08-01

I shall never sleep again. But then—how shall I endure my own company? — 2025-08-01

A man is what he wills himself to be. — 2025-08-02

One always dies too soon— or too late. And yet one’s whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are— your life, and nothing else. — 2025-08-02

So this is hell. I’d never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the “burning marl.” Old wives’ tales! There’s no need for red-hot pokers. HELL IS-OTHER PEOPLE! — 2025-08-02