God gives us life, but the world's landlord is the devil.

I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren't happy and never will be.

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

Waiting is the rust of the soul.

Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.

Does the madman know he is mad? Or are the madmen those who insist o. Convincing him of his unreason in order to safeguard their own idea of reality?