Liberty is dangerous.

That's the way man is, cher monsieur. He has two faces: he can't love without self-love.

Just as all thought, and primarily that of non-signification, signifies something, so there is no art that has no signification.

But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.

I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me.

But the world itself has no reason, and I can say so, I who have experienced it all, from the creation to the destruction.

We all have a weakness for beauty.