The Stranger

By Albert Camus QUOTATION: The day was ending at it was the hour of which I do not want to speak, the hour without a name, when the sounds of evening ascended from all the floors of the prison in a procession of silence.
ATTRIBUTION: Albert Camus (1913–1960), French novelist, dramatist, philosopher. The Stranger, p. 115, Gallimard (1942).

QUOTATION: To be honest, I knew that there was no difference between dying at their years old and dying at seventy because, naturally, in both cases, other men and women will live on, for thousands of years at that.... It was still I who was dying, whether it was today or twenty years from now.
ATTRIBUTION: Albert Camus (1913–1960), French-Algerian novelist, dramatist, philosopher. Meursault before his execution, in The Stranger, p. 160, Gallimard (1942).

QUOTATION: Then I had only prisoners’ thoughts. I awaited the daily walk which I took in the yard, or my lawyer’s visit. I managed the remainder of my time very well. I have often thought that if I was made to live in a dry tree trunk, without any other occupation but to watch the flower of the sky above my head, I would have gradually gotten used to it.
ATTRIBUTION: Albert Camus (1913–1960), French-Algerian novelist, dramatist, philosopher. The Stranger, p. 110, Gallimard (1942).

QUOTATION: I shook off the sweat and the sun. I understood that I had destroyed the balance of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I had been happy. Then I shot four more times at an inert body which the bullets penetrated without appearing so. And it was like four brief knocks that I struck on the door of misfortune.
ATTRIBUTION: Albert Camus (1913–1960), French-Algerian novelist, dramatist, philosopher. Meursault at the moment when he murders the Arab, in The Stranger, p. 89, Gallimard (1942).

QUOTATION: Yes, it is the hour at which, long ago, I felt happy. What always awaited me then was a light and dreamless sleep. But something had changed because, with the wait for tomorrow, it is my cell that I have found. As if the familiar paths traced in the summer skies could lead to prisons as well as innocent slumbers.
ATTRIBUTION: Albert Camus (1913–1960), French-Algerian novelist, dramatist, philosopher. The Stranger, p. 138, Gallimard (1942).

QUOTATION: I asked her if she wanted to go to the movies that night. She laughed again and told me that she felt like seeing a Fernandel movie. When we got dressed, she seemed very surprised to see me wearing a black tie and asked me if I was in mourning. I told her that my mother was dead. Since she asked me since when, I answered, “Since yesterday”.
ATTRIBUTION: Albert Camus (1913–1960), French-Algerian novelist, dramatist, philosopher. The Stranger, p. 33, Gallimard (1942).

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