As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.
Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them.
it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.
When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.
I do not think therefore I am a moustache
The recent experiences of pocketbooks prove this. I have changed my public since my works have been published in a smaller format.