The absurd man will not commit suicide; he wants to live, without relinquishing any of his certainty, without a future, without hope, without illusions … and without resignation either. He stares at death with passionate attention and this fascination liberates him. He experiences the “divine irresponsibility” of the condemned man.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.

The characteristic of every neurosis is to represent itself as natural.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

I must be without remorse or regrets as I am without excuse; for from the instant of my upsurge into being, I carry the weight of the world by myself alone without help, engaged in a world for which I bear the whole responsibility without being able, whatever I do, to tear myself away from this responsibility for an instant.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.