Where there is no hope, we must invent it.

I'd buy myself a cabin on the beach, I'd put some glue in my navel, and I'd stick a flag in there. Then I'd wait to see which way the wind was blowing.

There exists an obvious fact that seems utterly moral: namely, that a man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them. One has to pay something. A man who has become conscious of the absurd is forever bound to it.

he's incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that he's incapable of anything really worth while.

To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

The absurd is lucid reason noting its limits.

Where there is no hope, we must invent it.