Albert Camus, “The Stranger”

To which I had nothing to say, so I said nothing.

“All men believe in God, even those who reject Him.” Of this he was absolutely sure; if ever he came to doubt it, his life would lose all meaning.

And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prisons as to innocent, untroubled sleep.

The only thing that interests me now is the problem of circumventing the machine, learning if the inevitable admits a loophole.