It is true what Rimbaud said; If you think a book is strong enough, try it at the ocean, in the wind, at the waves. If the book can resist the ocean, then it exists. Otherwise, throw it away.

The truth is, I can never die. For I will be in everything and see you in everything and watch over you. I am your reaction in the water of a mountain lake

I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires, and I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink.

One should judge a man mainly from his depravities. Virtues can be faked. Depravities are real.

Put a bird cage near the window so that the bird can see the sky? It's much better to look than not to, even if it hurts.

I actually get venereal disease more often than most people catch colds.

You leap over the wall of one ghetto and find yourself in another ghetto.

Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.

I sell myself for the highest price. Exactly like a prostitute. There is no difference.

You don't need a framework. You need a painting, not a frame.

Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.

There are only two things in life, ' Bergé said. 'Love and beauty.

I sure do miss that woman. Smart. Funny. Sweet. She never gave me a moment's trouble.""Gosh, I'm sorry about that. I knew it was boring between you two, but not that bad.

Whatever dream God gave to you is for the comfort of those God keeps around you!

I love anywhere new and different. That's the fun of travel. I've always loved driving through Spain, France and Italy - sometimes in an Alfa Spider.

Nobody loves the rat race, but nobody can think of anything else—Satan has us just where he wants us.

I kind of have the most amazing fans ever. They are the most committed, passionate people, and I love them so much.

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.

A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.

No metal can--no, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy.