Madhouses are houses made on purpose to cause suffering . . . I cannot stand any longer the screams of these creatures.

I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.

I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage of everyone.

There is always something missing that torments me.

My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town.

I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.

I tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.

If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.

Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.

Send me one hundred francs on our future deals, otherwise I will disappear in a cataclysm.

I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

Before you leave here, Sir, you’re going to learn that one of the most brutal things in the world is your average nineteen-year-old American boy.

You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to lover her.

And what of the dead? They lie without shoes in the stone boats. They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.

I learned everything I know about plot from Dame Agatha (Christie).

Walt Disney was not a merchant of sadness.

When we've got the puck, they can't score.

My people worship, but not in a church. They worship the beauty of existence.

There are tons of stories out there. I read a lot of scripts on a weekly basis. I'm looking for stories to tell and stories that I hope will be interesting to an audience.

I much prefer to work with dead writers, and ones who were writing four hundred years ago.

This dragonfly came up to me. He was hovering right in front of my face, and I was really examining him, thinking, How does he see me? I became enlightened.