I have never been able, really, to regret anything in all my life. I have always been far much too absorbed in the present moment or the immediate future to think back.

Camus himself described this work as 'an attempt to understand the time I live in'.

Something must happen; that is the reason for most human relationships. Something must happen; even servitude in love, in war, ordeath.

The more I accuse myself, the more right I have to judge you. Even better, I make you judge yourself, which comforts me the more.

Am well. Thinking of you always. Love

I do not want to found anything on the incomprehensible. I want to know whether I can live with what I know and with that alone.

We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.