“The eyes of the dead are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eyes of the living.”

There’s no such thing as love; only proof of love.

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

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.

It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.

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

Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept.

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

Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.

I have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.

Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.

Silence moves faster when it’s going backward.

French people are Italian people in a bad mood.

The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.

The joy of the young is to disobey.

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.

We’re all going to die, but does that mean we have to be buried alive?

There is no class that cannot be wiped out if a sufficient number of its members are murdered.

Territory matters, and there is little difference between territorial rights and social status. It is often a matter of life and death.

We have been dying since we got here and forgot to enjoy the view – live fully.

Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

To study philosophy is nothing but to prepare one’s self to die.

Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.

Death itself does not frighten me; it is the jump I am afraid of.