Thus I progressed on the surface of life, in the realm of words as it were, never in reality. All those books barely read, those friends barely loved, those cities barely visited, those women barely possessed! I went through the gestures out of boredom or absent-mindedness. Then came human beings; they wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortunate--for them. As for me, I forgot. I never remembered anything but myself.
Albert CamusThe myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.
Albert CamusI feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.
Albert CamusYour successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.
Albert Camus