Since the world began has any man ever been able to know what would happen tomorrow? The world of men is today. I'm asking you to open your heart today. Tomorrow belongs to Allah.

I wanted to meet other artists. I suppose I simply felt that I was taking pot shots at clay pipes. Pop! Down goes Gertrude, down goes Jean Cocteau, down goes André Gide.

She was saved from prettiness by the intensity of her gaze.

There is a way to master silence Control its curves, inhabit its dark corners And listen to the hiss of time outside

Life is lived only once. And the less seriously the better.

Everyone is isolated from everyone else. The concept of society is like a cushion to protect us from the knowledge of that isolation. A fiction that serves as an anesthetic.

Fiction should always steer clear of political considerations.