The work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.
Albert CamusWhat is a firm hand to me, of what use to me is this astonishing power if I cannot change the order of things, if I cannot make the sun set in the east, that suffering diminish and that beings no longer die?
Albert CamusIt is necessary to fall in love... if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.
Albert Camus