As soon as one is born, one starts dying.

We're like so many puppets hung on the wall, waiting for someone to come and move us or make us talk.

We all grasp on to a single idea of ourselves, the way aging people dye their hair. It’s no matter that this dye doesn’t fool you. My lady, you don’t dye your hair to decieve other people, or to fool yourself, but rather to cheat your image in your mirror a little.

All I'm saying is that you should show some respect for what other people see with their eyes and feel with their fingers, even though it be the exact opposite.

Each of us when he appears before his fellows is clothed in a certain dignity. But every man knows what unconfessable things pass within the secrecy of his own heart.

In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

The facts are to blame, my friend. We are all imprisoned by facts: I was born, I exist.