There was once a community of scoundrels, that is to say, they were not scoundrels, but ordinary people.
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.
Books are a narcotic.
Not everyone can see the truth, but he can be it.
Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing else.