Book: Stranger

All - anyway, it doesn't matter, and I know why.

First time in jail the worst was that I was still there were thoughts of a free man.

Why should I change my life?

I have no ambition, and it's bad for business.

On the verge of death mother probably felt a sense of liberation and willingness to go through again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her.

Sentenced morally obligated to participate in executions.

Doors slammed. The stairs ran people, I do not understand where: near or far. Then I heard in the courtroom, a voice muffled reads something. And when again the bell rang and the door opened in the fence for the defendants, that I was coming in the silence of the hall, the silence and the strange feeling that gripped me when I noticed that the young journalist looked away to the side. I looked up at Marie. I did not, because the President of the court announced - in a strange form - "on behalf of the French people" that I will cut off the head and it will be made publicly, in the square. And then all the faces I read the same feeling. I think it was respect. The gendarmes were very delicate with me. The lawyer put his hand on my arm. I no more thought. But the chief justice asked me if I wanted to add something. I thought about it and said, "No." And then I was gone.

Man to man will always understand.

Anyway, you always something to blame.

- Do you have any hope? Do you think that all die?
"Yes," I replied.

I could not imagine how long and however short may be the days. Stretches-stretches a day, and you will not notice how it merges with other day. And their names are lost. "Yesterday" and "tomorrow" - only these words had meaning for me.

Everyone knows that such a misfortune. You're defenseless in front of him.

Don't like to be caught off guard. If something should happen, I better be ready for it.

He is confident in his heaven! Pray tell! But all of heaven are not worth one hair of a woman.