I am going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become. - Jean-Paul Sartre

I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.

I was there, standing in front of a window whose panes had a definite refraction index. But what feeble barriers! I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then, anything, anything could happen.

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?