| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 00d095a | After another moment's silence she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason. | the-stranger kami | Albert Camus | |
| 2a506c3 | Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there's always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her. | literature life philosophy the-stranger albert-camus existentialism | Albert Camus |