I've always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.
The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.
The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.