What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

What must be remembered in any case is that secret complicity that joins the logical and the everyday to the tragic.

Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.

Nothing is harder to understand than a symbolic work. A symbol always transcends the one who makes use of it and makes him say in reality more than he is aware…

We live, but we do not feel the land beneath us, Ten steps away and our words cannot be heard...

Art and work and art and life are very connected and my whole life has been absurd. There isn't a thing in my life that has happened that hasn't been extreme -…

Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; and now I know it.