We are all special cases.
We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.
The absurd is lucid reason noting its limits.
Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.
To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing.
The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.