I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes.

When love turns into dust, money becomes the substitution.

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

No absolute is going to make the lion lie down with the lamb: unless the lamb is inside.

You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.

When I wish I was rich, then I know I am ill.