I've never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.

There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.

May heaven protect us, cher monsieur, from being set on a pedestal by our friends!!!

A fate is not a punishment.

Myths are made for the imagination to breath life into them.

It is not the world that is absurd, nor human thought: the absurd arises when the human need to understand meets the unreasonableness of the world, when 'my appetite for the absolute and for unity' meets 'the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle.'

Am well. Thinking of you always. Love