I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.
Comedians are the nearest to suicide.
Truth is a woman. That is why it is enigmatic.
The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.
It’s only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdry that you can get tenderness.
People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.