We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives… inside ourselves. – Albert Camus
To be famous, in fact, one has only to kill ones landlady. – Albert Camus

We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives… inside ourselves. – Albert Camus
To be famous, in fact, one has only to kill ones landlady. – Albert Camus
A mans work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened. – Albert Camus
The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm. – Albert Camus