Try to be free: you will die of hunger.
We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.
The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.
A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.
We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.
At this very moment, I am suffering—as we say in French, j’ai mal. This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else. Except for God, if that word can have a meaning.