We Turn Toward God Only To Obtain

Conscious Of Not Being Able To Separate Myself From My Time, I Have Decided To Become Part Of It.

I Hadn't Understood How Days Could Be Both Long And Short At The Same Time: Long To Live Through, Maybe, But So Drawn Out That They Ended Up Flowing Into One Another. They Lost Their Names. Only 'yesterday' And 'tomorrow' Still Had Any Meaning For Me.

Yes, And When The Love Of Life Disappears, No Meaning Can Console Us.

Life Should Be Lived To The Point Of Tears

Camus Himself Described This Work As 'an Attempt To Understand The Time I Live In'.