Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.

Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.

Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.