Stupidity Has A Knack Of Getting Its

Whatever Prevents You From Doing Your Work Has Become Your Work.

[paris] Is Dirty. It Has Pigeons And Black Yards. The People Have White Skin.

For The First Time In A Long Time I Thought About Maman. I Felt As If I Understood Why At The End Of Her Life She Had Taken A 'fiancé,' Why She Had Played At Beginning Again. Even There, In That Home Where Lives Were Fading Out, Evening Was A Kind Of Wistful Respite. So Close To Death, Maman Must Have Felt Free Then And Ready To Live It All Again. Nobody, Nobody Had The Right To Cry Over Her. And I Felt Ready To Live It All Again Too.

The Slave Begins By Demanding Justice And Ends By Wanting To Wear A Crown.

The Need To Be Right Is The Sign Of A Vulgar Mind.