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We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
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Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
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One must not mistake majority for truth.
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Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.
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Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
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Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
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If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.
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After you have written a thing and you reread it, there is always the temptation to fix it up, to improve it, to remove its poison, blunt its sting.
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Art is science in the flesh.
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The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
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One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.
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