— Albert Camus, The Stranger (via cheyennereads)
"It was then that I noticed a row of faces in front of me. They were all looking at me: I realize they were the jury. But I can’t say what distinguished one from another. I had just one impression: I was sitting across from a row of seats on a streetcar and all these anonymous passengers were looking over the new arrival to see if they could find some funny thing about him."
"At the end of my life I would like to return to the path that runs down the Sansepolcro valley, descend slowly, stroll in the valley between the wispy olive trees and the long cypresses, and in a house with thick walls and cool rooms find a bare room with narrow windows from where I can watch night descend upon the valley. I would like to return to the Prato garden in Arezzo one evening and again walk the guard path atop the fortress, watch night settling on this incomparable earth. I would like… Everywhere and always this desire for solitude, which I don’t even understand and which is like an announcement of a sort of death tinged with the taste of the contemplation that accompanies it."
— Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959.