I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.

At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.

The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.

Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.