The Stranger

The Stranger - Albert Camus

I slept almost the whole way. And when I woke up, I was slumped against a soldier who smiled at me and asked if I’d been traveling long. I said, “Yes,” just so I wouldn’t have to say anything else.

— 2025-07-31

It occurred 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.

— 2025-07-31

But I went straight home because I wanted to boil myself some potatoes.

— 2025-07-31

Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

— 2025-07-31

As always, whenever I want to get rid of someone I’m not really listening to, I made it appear as if I agreed. — 2025-07-31

That’s all for today, Monsieur Antichrist. — 2025-07-31

for the first time in years I had this stupid urge to cry, because I could feel how much all these people hated me.

— 2025-08-01

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.

— 2025-08-01