We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.

I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.

But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all.

With rebellion, awareness is born

The future is the only kind of property that the masters willingly concede to the slaves.

Life can be magnificent and overwhelming -- that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live.

This absurd, godless world is, then, peopled with men who think clearly and have ceased to hope. And I have not yet spoken of the most absurd character, who is the creator.