I have no friends, I only have accomplices now. On the other hand, my accomplices are more numerous than my friends: they are the human race.

I draw from the Absurd three consequences: my revolt, my liberty, my passion.

Humans are creatures, who spent their lifes trying to convince themselves, that their existence is not absurd

In order to exist, man must rebel, but rebellion must respect the limits that it discovers in itself - limits where minds meet, and in meeting, begin to exist.

But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

There is not a single true work of art that has not in the end added to the inner freedom insight and life of each person who has known and loved it.

Madness such as this, its like trying to stop a fire with the moisture from a kiss