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"What doesn't transmit light creates its own darkness." - Marcus Aurelius

"De ce paradoxe, je ne suis complice
Souffrez qu'une autre, en moi se glisse
Car sans logique je me quitte
Aussi bien satanique
- Mylène Farmer

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” - Anaïs Nin

"Si le corps appartient à la terre (serpent), l'âme au ciel (oiseau). J'imagine cette âme-oiseau fragile, minuscule, frileuse, délicate, légère, prête à disparaître, et pourtant indestructible.
Elle a la nostalgie du bleu du ciel, aspire au grand envol et souhaite secrètement la lumière des hauteurs transparentes. Comme une volonté d'échaper à la pesanteur, à la gravité." 
- Erik Sablé


"There is truth you know, if that's all you seek, but there's no justice or judgment, without which truth is a vast dead hollow."


"Car il y a une vérité, si c'est bien ce que tu cherches. Mais il n'y a pas de justice, ni de jugement. Et sans eux, la vérité n'est qu'un gouffre sans fond."


- Deep Throat (X-Files [3.01])

“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist -a master- and that is what Auguste Rodin was, can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is...and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be...and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn't matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.” - Robert Heinlein

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