"“All my work lies ahead of me.” When he said this Camus repudiated nothing in his past; he was speaking like Sisyphus, determined to smile at his own doubts and to continue on his way—still the same way. After Oedipus, after Montaigne, he stubbornly repeated “all is well, all is in order, the failure and the hatreds, the triumphs and the defeats.” It was only that he did not advance in quite the same way. The Fall had left behind something less assured in his step, a bitter crease at the corner of his mouth, and a slight trembling in his voice. “One can be sure of nothing, you see.” Neither of what one says, nor of what one writes. There are two ways we can be betrayed. “In order to cease doubting, one must simply cease being.” Supreme irony! We have not finished questioning his work and answering his questions. Camus is as uncertain today as he was yesterday. This, doubtless, is why he has not ceased to exist."
— "An Ambiguous World" - Camus: A Collection of Critical Essays Edited by Germaine Bree (via acknowledgetheabsurd)
"I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I’d been happy, and that I was happy still."
— Albert Camus,The Stranger (via thebeathotel)