"When backed into a corner, every animal attacks,
You and me ain’t nothin’ but mammals,
You and me ain’t nothin’"
"Well, so I’m going to die. Sooner than other people will, obviously. But everybody knows life isn’t worth living. […] Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter."
— Albert Camus, The Stranger. (via a-quietlife)
"In the extremities of solitude, no one could hope for the help of his neighbor…If, by chance, one of us attempted to open his hearth, to communicate something of his sentiment…he became aware then that the person he had spoken to and he were not speaking of the same thing. He, in effect, was expressing himself from the depth of long days of rumination and suffering, and the image which he wanted to convey had matured for a long time in the fire of waiting and passion. The other, on the other hand, was imagining a conventional emotion, the pain that is sold in the market, an everyday melancholy…the other were unable to find the real language of the heart…"
— Albert Camus, The Plague (via ounu)