[first lines] Vince Ferro: [leaving the house] Mom? Leanne Ferro: I'm here. Clara Ferro: [running out of the house] Mom! You forgot it. Are you sure this is the right thing? It feels like we barely even thought about it. Leanne Ferro: Yeah, we did. Vince Ferro: We don't have any other option, Clar
Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.
You know very well that I no longer think. I am far too intelligent for that.
The truth is that every intelligent man, as you know, dreams of being a gangster and of ruling over society by force alone. As it is not so easy as the detective novels might lead one to believe, one generally relies on politics and joins the cruelest party.What does it matter, after all, if by humi
The work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.
Where there is no hope, it is incumbent on us to invent it.
I know [my label], in any case: a double face, a charming Janus, and underneath, the house motto: "Be wary". On my business cards:"Jean-Baptiste Clamence, actor".
An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.
Realism should only be the means of expression of religious genius... or, at the other extreme, the artistic expressions of monkeys which are quite satisfied with mere imitation. In fact, art is never realistic though sometimes it is tempted to be. To be really realistic a description would have to
No cause justifies the deaths of innocent people.
Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
The important thing isn't the soundness or otherwise of the argument, but for it to make you think.
From Paul to Stalin, the popes who have chosen Caesar have prepared the way for Caesars who quickly learn to despise popes.
In short, they were gambling on their luck, and luck is not to be coerced.
The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.
At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face. Albert Camu
I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
What is a rebel? A man who says no: but whose refusal does not imply a renunciation.
When silence or tricks of language contribute to maintaining an abuse that must be reformed or a suffering that can be relieved, then there is no other solution but to speak out and show the obscenity hidden under the verbal cloak.
Rebellion cannot exist without the feeling that somewhere, in some way, you are justified.
We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.