Hell is—other people!

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!

I've dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest.

When I can't see myself I begin to wonder if I really and truly exist. I pat myself just to make sure, but it doesn't help much.

To forget about the others? How utterly absurd! I feel you there, in every pore. Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out - but you can't prevent your being there.

Ah ! quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril : l'enfer, c'est les Autres.

Todavía no estoy en el infierno y ya tengo mis pequeñas costumbres de condenado.