maybe she had become tired of being the girlfriend of a condemned man. It also occured to me that maybe she was sick, or dead. These things happen. [...] Anyway, after that, remembering Marie meant nothing to me. That seemed perfectly normal to me, since I understood very well that people would forget me when I was dead.
Albert CamusTruth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.
Albert CamusAt a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.
Albert CamusHe was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way.
Albert Camus