Orsi-cafe
"I'm going home," she said. "Where's home to you?" he asked. "My house?" she said, confused, and laughed a little. "Home isn't a place," he paused, "it's a colour, a song, a scent, a feeling, a person, that first sip of good whisky, but it's not a place."
AlberCamus-NewYorker
“My dear, in the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love. In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile. In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm."

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