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“Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there’s always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“After another moment's silence she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“And I fired four more times at a lifeless body and the bullets sank in without leaving a mark. And it was like giving four sharp knocks at the door of unhappiness.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.”
― Albert Camus

“I answered that, of recent years, I’d rather lost the habit of noting my feelings, and hardly knew what to answer. I could truthfully say I’d been quite fond of Mother�� but really that didn’t mean much. All normal people, I added as on afterthought, had more or less desired the death of those they loved, at some time or another.”
― Albert Camus

“So for me Meursault is not a reject, but a poor and naked man, in love with a sun which leaves no shadows. Far from lacking all sensibility, he is driven by a tenacious and therefore profound passion, the passion for an absolute and for truth.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“My reflection seemed to remain serious even though I was trying to smile at it. I moved the plate around in front of me. I smiled and it still had the same sad, stern expression.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“He gave me a little smile, and before he left he said, 'I hope the dogs don't bark tonight. I always think it's mine.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“آدم ها یک بار عمیقا عاشق می شوند
چون فقط یک بار نمی ترسند که همه چیز خود را از دست بدهند؛ امّا بعد از همان یک بار، ترس ها آنقدر عمیق می شوند که عشق، دیگر دور می ایستد”
― Albert Camus, ��'É�ٰ����Բ����

“Then I told her about my boss' proposition and she said she'd love to see Paris. I told her that I'd lived there once and she asked me what it was like. I said, "It's dirty. Lots of pigeons and dark courtyards. Everybody's pale.”
― Albert Camus, Albert Camus's the Stranger

“I sit in the coffee shop waiting for night and I watch the same people scratch their asses at the same tables behind the same windows. I think of Camus, lovely and brittle, and the gunman on the sands and know I'll be here tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow with these lovely blue-gray sharks dwarfing the evening with their self-important air, looking into the murky bottoms of coffee cups and smoking my never-ending cigarettes.”
― Scott C. Holstad, Never-Ending Cigarettes

“The spectacle of mass movement draws attention inevitably to the borders, the porous places, the vulnerable points where one's concept of home is seen as being menaced by foreigners. Much of the alarm hovering at the borders, the gates, is stoked, it seems to me, by (1) both the threat and the promise of globalism and (2) an uneasy relationship with our own foreignness, our own rapidly disintegrating sense of belonging.”
― Toni Morrison, The Source of Self-Regard: Selected Essays, Speeches, and Meditations

“On the back of my neck I could feel Marie's heart beating softly.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“It occured 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 Camus, The Stranger

“What bothered him was that he 'still had sexual feelings for her.' But he wanted to punish her.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“I wasn't hungry, and I went to bed without dinner.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“I told her she was beautiful and she laughed with delight.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“I found it a little repulsive.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“I wanted to hear the murmur of its water again, to escape the sun and the strain and the women's tears, and to find shade and rest again at last.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“I knew that it was stupid, that I wouldn't get the sun off me by stepping forward.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“Nevertheless I answered that I had pretty much lost the habit of analyzing myself and that it was hard for me to tell him what he wanted to know.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“He gave me a strange look, as if he found me slightly disgusting.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“I was about to say that that was precisely because they were criminals. But then I realized that I was one too.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“From the day I got her letter (she told me she would no longer be allowed to come, because she wasn't my wife), from that day on I felt that I was at home in my cell and that my life was coming to a standstill there.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“One day when the guard told me that I'd been in for five months, I believed it, but I didn't understand it. For me it was one and the same unending day that was unfolding in my cell and the same thing I was trying to do.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“But at the same time, and for the first time in months, I distinctly heard the sound of my own voice.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“What awaited me back then was always a night of easy, dreamless sleep.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“[...] ...as if familiar paths traced in summer skies could lead as easily to prison as to the sleep of the innocent.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“I didn't have the right to show any feeling or goodwill.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger