The Stranger, Albert Camus
"Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: "Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours." That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday."
"I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold. On the back of my neck I could feel Marie's heart beating softly. We lay on the float for a long time, half asleep."
"I probably did love Maman, but that didn't mean anything. At one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead"