Life The machine The human soul A 75mm breech My portrait

Humanity lives in its fiction.

Photogenic is a stupid, nonsensical word, but it is also a great mystery.

Only a soul full of despair can ever attain serenity and, to be in despair, you must have loved a good deal and still love the world.

One's life, from being an exterior thing, grows inwards. Its intensity stays the same; and, d'you know, it's most mysterious, the corners in which the joy of living can sometimes hide away.

The single fact of existing is already a true happiness.

I'm not an extraordinary worker, I'm an extraordinary daydreamer. I exceed all my fantasies-even that of writing.

A writer should never install himself before a panorama, however grandiose it may be.

Writing is a noble privilege compared with the lot of most people, who live like parts of a machine, who live only to keep the gears of society pointlessly turning.

Without the help of selfishness, the human animal would never have developed. Egoism is the vine by which man hoisted himself out of the swamp and escaped from the jungle.

My poor life This shawl Frayed on strongboxes full of gold I roll along with Dream And smoke And the only flame in the universe

Happiness lies even in ltiny ittle butterflies. You just have to open up your eyes and see where beauty flies to beautify your world lenghtwise.

If you take you away from me, you take everything.

I have found out the hard way that the path from victim to victory hinges on one word…Choose.

A unicorn in this magical star.In my new home.My ethereal home.Saturna

The day when I am no more than a writer I shall cease to be a writer.

I write for the unlearned about things in which I am unlearned myself.

It’s funny, I can sit through the worst horror film ever made! But even a quite good romantic comedy.

Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can.

What I think about vivisection is that if people admit that they have the right to take or endanger the life of living beings for the benefit of many, there will be no limit to their cruelty.

Seeking out causes is a pastime of the mind. There is no duality of cause and effect. Everything is its own cause.