Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

In art, rebellion is consummated and perpetuated in the act of real creation, not in criticism or commentary.

Old women even forget how to love their sons. The heart gets worn out, Monsieur.

We [Raymond and Meursault] stared at each other without blinking, and everything came to a stop there between the sea, the sand, and the sun, and the double silence of the flute and the water. It was then that I realized that you could either shoot or not shoot.

We come into the world laden with the weight of an infinite necessity.

The truth is that every intelligent man, as you know, dreams of being a gangster and of ruling over society by force alone. As it is not so easy as the detective novels might lead one to believe, one generally relies on politics and joins the cruelest party.What does it matter, after all, if by humiliating one's mind one succeeds in dominating every one? I discovered in myself sweet dreams of oppression.

I'd buy myself a cabin on the beach, I'd put some glue in my navel, and I'd stick a flag in there. Then I'd wait to see which way the wind was blowing.