Death Has To Be Waiting At The

Everything Ends This Way In France — Everything. Weddings, Christenings, Duels, Burials, Swindlings, Diplomatic Affairs — Everything Is A Pretext For A Good Dinner.

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

All Prisons Are Brimming Over With Innocence. It Is Those Who Cram Their Fellows Into Them, In The Name Of Empty Ideas, Who Are The Only Guilty Ones.

It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting Wasn't Waiting For Me