It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed.
Albert CamusA liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It's a vice, at times a comfort, or a selfishness.
Albert CamusIn order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul
Albert Camus