All the information I have about myself is from forged documents.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual, and only the individual reader is important to me. I don't give a damn for the group, the community, the masses, and so forth.
I think she always nursed a small mad hope.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly.