What to think of other people? I ask myself this question each time I make a new acquaintance. So strange does it seem to me that we exist, and that we consent to exist.
Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.
We cannot be normal and alive at the same time.
Anyone who speaks in the name of others is always an impostor.
We are all geniuses when we dream.
A garbled quotation is equivalent to a betrayal, an insult, a prejudice.