Arjawa

“The loves we share with a city are often secret loves.”
― Albert Camus, Summer in Algiers

“Despite men's suffering, despite the blood and wrath, despite the dead who can never be replaced, the unjust wounds, and the wild bullets, we must utter, not words of regret, but words of hope, of the dreadful hope of men isolated with their fate.”
― Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion and Death: Essays

“Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

“To create is to live twice.”
― Albert Camus