To beauty, all is forgiven, even vulgarity. Intelligence no longer seems an adequate compensation for things.

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.

We never look beyond our assumptions and what's worse, we have given up trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves.

I belong to the 8% of the world population who calm their apprehension by drowning it in numbers.

A man who farts in bed . . . is a man who loves life.

..when I say that "he's a truly nasty man," I mean he has so thoroughly renounced everything good that he might have inside him that he's already like a corpse even though he's still alive. Because truly nasty people hate everyone, to be sure, but most of all themselves. Can't you tell when a person hates himself? He becomes a living cadaver, it numbs all his negative emotions but also all the good ones so he won't feel nauseated by who he is.

I may be indigent in name, position, and in appearance, but in my own mind I am an unrivaled goddess -