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

And I too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.

They hurt each other without wanting to, just because each represented to the others the cruel and demanding necessity of their lives.

Camus himself described this work as 'an attempt to understand the time I live in'.

Ah cher ami, how poor in invention men are! They are They always think one commits suicide for a reason. But it's quite possible to commit suicide for two reasons. No, that never occurs to them. So what's the good of dying intentionally, of sacrificing yourself to the idea you want people to have of you? Once you are dead, they will take advantage of it to attribute idiotic or vulgar motives to your action. Martyrs, cher ami, must choose between being forgotten, mocked, or made use of. As for being understood--never!

Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

Fate is not in man but around him