The Artist Is A Kind Of Prison

In Paris, Everybody Wants To Be An Actor; Nobody Is Content To Be A Spectator.

A Man's Truest Self Realizations Might Require Him, Above All, To Learn To Close His Eyes: To Let Himself Be Taken Unawares, To Follow His Dark Angel, To Risk His Illegal Instincts.

Every Day In The Mirror I Watch Death At Work.

We Must Believe In Luck. For How Else Can We Explain The Success Of Those We Don't Like?

We Only Serve As A Model For The Portrait Of Our Fame.