She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

What an awful thing life is, isn’t it? It’s like soup with lots of hairs floating on the surface. You have to eat it nevertheless.

I am a man-pen. I feel through the pen, because of the pen.

A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.

The citadel of Machaerus rose east of the Dead Sea on a basalt Peak shaped like a cone, girdled by four deep valleys; two about its sides, one in front, and the fourth behind.

God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world

Tout ce qu'on invente est vrai, soi-en sure. La poesie est une chose aussi precise que la geometrie.