What, in fact, is a novel but a universe in which action is endowed with form, where final words are pronounced, where people possess one another completely, and where life assumes the aspect of destiny?
Albert CamusI realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored
Albert CamusThere are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.
Albert Camus