Personally, I don't give a rap for documents; for the truth in my eyes is not in them but in the mind.

Pretending is a virtue. If you cant pretend, you can't be king.

Inevitably we construct ourselves. Let me explain. I enter this house and immediately I become what I have to become, what I can become: I construct myself. That is, I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve with you. And, of course, you do the same with me.

As soon as one is born, one starts dying.

Life is full of strange absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true.

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

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.