"For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a ‘fiancé,’ why she had played at beginning again. Even there, in that home where lives were fading out, evening was a kind of wistful respite. So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again too."
— Albert Camus, The Stranger

"I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate."
— Albert Camus, The Stranger

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"I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate."

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"I’ve never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head."
— Albert Camus, The Stranger

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"Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?” “Yes,” I said."
— Albert Camus, The Stranger

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"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."
— Albert Camus, The Stranger

"Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter."
— Albert Camus, The Stranger

"There is not love of life without despair about life."
— Albert Camus, The Stranger

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"I had only a little time left and I didn’t want to waste it on God."
— Albert Camus, The Stranger

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"I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t."
— Albert Camus, The Stranger