I rebel; therefore I exist.

Poverty, first of all was never a misfortune for me; it was radiant with sunlight.. I owe it to my family, first of all, who lacked everything and who envied practically nothing.

Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.

Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

Yes, I know what passion would fill me with all its power. Before, I was too young. I got in the way. Now I know that acting and loving and suffering is living, of course, but it’s only living insofar as you can be transparent and accept your fate, like the unique reflection of a rainbow of joys and passions which is the same for everyone.

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

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