To lose one's life is no great matter; when the time comes I'll have the courage to lose mine. But what's intolerable is to see one's life being drained of meaning, to be told there's no reason for existing. A man can't live without some reason for living.

The absurd hero's refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion.

I cling like a miser to the freedom that disappears as soon as there is an excess of things.

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?

Those who prefer their principles over their happiness, they refuse to be happy outside the conditions they seem to have attached to their happiness.

No one who lives in the sunlight of gratitude that things aren't worse makes a failure of his or her life.

When there is no hope, one must invent hope.