Faces always talk too much. One line and all their plans are revealed.

A constant human error: to believe in an end to one's fantasies. Our daydreams are the measure of our unreachable truth. The secret of all things lies in the emptiness of the formula that guard them.

There comes a time when all that remains for us to do is to surrender to the idiosyncrasies of our nature.

The deeper I go into myself the more I realize that I am my own enemy.

Madness plants mirrors in the desert. I find the means frightening.

I protect myself by refusing to know myself.