[Albert Camus] is The First Man because he is poor, which has never been much to human beings.

The Outsider isn't [Albert] Camus, but in The Outsider there are parts of Camus. There's this impression of exile.

[Albert Camus] always held a profound commitment [engagement], a real resistance to all totalitarianism.

Of course, [Albert Camus] wasn't an existentialist, but he was a committed man. He was a man of combat. It wasn't for nothing that he directed the Resistance journal called Combat.

I think for [Albert] Camus his mother was more than just that. She's love, absolute love. That's why it's written for her, dedicated to 'you who will never be able to read this book'.

I think [Albert] Camus felt very solitary. You can see it in all his books.

I think for an artist what is most important is to touch as many hearts as possible.

[Albert Camus] was completely intransigent, and that's not at all a neutrality. It's combat, it's a man who involved himself, committed himself.

Where [Albert Camus] is in exile isn't especially in Paris or elsewhere, but from the intellectual world, because of his origins.

It's true that women appear very little in [Albert Camus] works. They have a very marginal place.

French intellectuals are mostly petit bourgeois, and it's hard to say whether that makes [Albert] Camus' work more valuable.

The most valuable currency in life is compassion.

We may not remember life, but we never forget touches of love.

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.

It would be difficult to conceive a finer example of true sport.

Happiness has to do with how quickly you vibrate. Meditation is a process of speeding up the vibration.

There in the midst of the Amazon Jungle, Simon Haskell has cobbled up for himself a replica of an Art Deco salon.

Good laws lead to the making of better ones; bad ones bring about worse.

He who loses an opportunity is like the man who lets a bird fly from his hand, for he will never recover it.

I'm a tomato freak, but sometimes you have to get it in ketchup form for people to be able to open to tomatoes.

Late February days; and now, at last, Might you have thought that Winter's woe was past; So fair the sky was and so soft the air.