The Self (n.) is fashioned only by fashioning man: in fashioning myself I fashion man.
The Self (n.) once the crystal is shattered is a hollow dummy: all that's left of me is the outside.
The Self (n.) is wholly selfness: a profound self does not exist, and there are no Bergsonian depths behind the surface.
The Self (n.) is found at the end of the other's look. The other is the one who looks at me.
The Self (n.) lies ahead: beyond the rivers and mountains an Orestes and an Electra are waiting for us, and we must make our patient way towards them.
The Self (n.) vanishes when you run after a tram: there is only the tram-needing-to-be-caught, and I have annihilated myself in the world of objects.
The Self (n.) escapes being on all sides and yet is: perpetually absent to my body and my acts, I am despite myself that "divine absence".
The Self (n.) includes an imaginary me, a second person with its own tendencies, including imaginary sadists and masochists, and at each contact with reality that me shatters and cedes its place to the real me.
The Self (n.) is an ideal distance within the subject from himself — a way of not coinciding with oneself, a perpetually unstable equilibrium between identity and unity.
The Self (n.) fades when no one remembers you: Antoine Roquentin exists for no one, becomes an abstraction, and the 'I' pales and fades out, leaving only existence which feels it exists.