He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.

His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.

Phoebus de Chateaupers likewise came to a 'tragic end': he married.

So you're giving up? That's it? Okay, okay. We'll leave you alone, Quasimodo. We just thought, maybe you're made up of something much stronger.

a mother who loses her child can no longer believe in God

Many people in Paris are quite content to look on at others, and there are plenty who regard a wall behind which something is happening as a very curious thing.

A sign of a lover of wisdom is his delight in not running his mouth about things he doesn't know.

I'm not here for the money

Something I'm not ready to name works itself under the grip of Charlies death and loosens it, and keeps the nightmare at bay when I fall back asleep.

I don’t care what you meant to do. I really don’t.I only care about what you actually do. That’s important. The rest of it is just a bunch of bull shit.---

Because the more you changed, the less of you there was.

No matter what job you do, we all have a much different life than our parents had. My parents' generation had one job and then they retired. Now, people have many different jobs.

The love between dog and man is idyllic, dogs were never expelled from paradise.

Light up the fire of love inside and blaze the thoughts away.

Kept his locker full of weed just to satisfy his smoking needs and his love of fire.

It would be nice if all that exuberance and abundance was connected to a deep ethos of planetary responsibility.