I don’t believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.

I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?

Of women, the most we can say, not being Frenchmen, is that they are burrowing animals.

You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.

The effective in art is what rapes the emotions of your audience without nourishing its values.

Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.

Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.