Poetry is a religion without hope, but its martyrs guarantee the eternal truth of its dogma.

The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

Be yourself. The world worships the original.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.

Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.

Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.

The composer opens the cage door for arithmetic, the draftsman gives geometry its freedom.

Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.

The atheist staring from his attic window is often nearer to God than the believer caught up in his own false image of God.

Who are we to think we deserve anything? What makes us so great? No one is "lucky" to have us. We are all full of it.

Before, I was always trying to make my relationships work by means of willpower and forced affability. This time I didn't have to strive for anything. A quality of ease spread over us.

I love school, but when I was going to school, I sort of used it as an opportunity to figure out what I love to do.

It's okay if it takes two or three years for something really good to come along, but I don't want to wait ten years for something great to come along.

It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

The created order is everywhere punched and torn open by ellipses, drifts, and leaks of meaning: it is a sieve-order.

It seemed like my favourite kind of job - a wonderful chance to ask something absolutely fundamental: the fate of the Universe and whether the Universe was infinite or not