What would become of the world if the condemned started to confide their heartaches to the executioners?
Albert Camusthe one who doesnt play, doesnt win anything, but he actually looses somehting, {playing}
Albert CamusThe work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.
Albert CamusOnce crime was as solitary as a cry of protest; now it is as universal as science. Yesterday it was put on trial; today it determines the law.
Albert Camus