I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live as if there isn't and to die to find out that there is.

Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.

I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.

Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.

People believe a man is in distress because his loved one dies in one day. But his real pain is less futile: it is that he finds out that sadness too does not last. Even pain has no meaning.

There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.

I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I'd been happy. Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.