In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And...– Albert Camus, The Stranger, 1943 For those of you who haven’t read the book, Camus’s The Stranger is the one where he sits on his hand until it falls asleep. (via nedhepburn)
Sartre and Camus in New York →
fuckyeahexistentialism: The roots of the schism between the two French philosophers can be glimpsed in their different reactions to the United States.
metempsicosi: « I hurt myself today, to see if i still feel, I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real, the needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting, try to kill it all away, but i remember everything »
Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.– Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via thisgarconsays)