L'étranger Quotes

“Dans le fond, je n’ignorais pas que mourir à
trente ans ou à soixante-dix ans importe peu puisque, naturellement, dans les deux cas, d’autres hommes et d’autres femmes vivront, et cela pendant des milliers d’années. Rien n’était plus clair, en somme. C’était toujours moi qui mourrais, que ce soit maintenant ou dans vingt ans.”
― Albert Camus, L'étranger

“Soon after this incident the court rose. As I was being taken from the courthouse to the prison van, I was conscious for a few brief moments of the once familiar feel of a summer evening out-of-doors. And, sitting in the darkness of my moving cell, I recognized, echoing in my tired brain, all the characteristic sounds of a town I'd loved, and of a certain hour of the day which I had always particularly enjoyed. The shouts of newspaper boys in the already languid air, the last calls of birds in the public garden, the cries of sandwich vendors, the screech of streetcars at the steep corners of the upper town, and that faint rustling overhead as darkness sifted down upon the harbor—all these sounds made my return to prison like a blind man's journey along a route whose every inch he knows by heart.

Yes, this was the evening hour when—how long ago it seemed!—I always felt so well content with life. Then, what awaited me was a night of easy, dreamless sleep. This was the same hour, but with a difference; I was returning to a cell, and what awaited me was a night haunted by forebodings of the coming day. And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prisons as to innocent, untroubled sleep.”
― Albert Camus, L'étranger

“À partir de ce moment, d'ailleurs, le souvenir de Marie m'aurait été indifférent. Morte, elle ne m'intéressait plus. Je trouvais cela normal comme si je comprenais très bien que les gens m'oublient après ma mort. Ils n'avaient plus rien à faire avec moi. Je ne pouvais même pas dire que cela était dur à penser.”
― Albert Camus, L'étranger

“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, L'étranger