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“After all," the doctor repeated, then hesitated again, fixing his eyes on Tarrou, "it's something that a man of your sort can understand most likely, but since the order of the world is shaped by death, mightn't it be better for God if we refuse to believe in Him and struggle with all our might against death, without raising our eyes toward the horizon where He sits in silence?"
Tarrou nodded.
"Yes. But your victories will never be lasting; that's all."
Rieux's face darkened.
"Yes, I know that. But it's no reason for giving up the struggle."
"No reason, I agree. Only, I now can picture what this plague must mean for you."
"Yes. A never ending defeat.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“Where are you taking that ass?”
― Apuleius, The Golden Ass

“One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View