Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present.

Reality! But what does this word mean? Each has his own reality. I draw upon my personal reality upon the dark side of myself, my unconscious.

It's easier to be faithful to a restaurant than it is to a woman.

Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present.

I think that one can have luck if one tries to create an atmosphere of spontaneity.

Everyone knows that time is Death, that Death hides in clocks. Imposing another time powered by the Clock of the Imagination, however, can refuse his law. Here, freed of the Grim Reaper's scythe, we learn that pain is knowledge and all knowledge pain.

Don't tell me what I'm doing; I don't want to know.