Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup.
Wake a question. Eat an instant, answer.
I have lived half of my life in Paris, not the half the made me but the half in which I made what I made.
A light white, a disgras, an ink spot, a rosy charm.
We are always the same age inside.
The difference between saints, forget-me-nots, and mountains, have to, have to, have to at a time.
Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.
If a thing can be done, why do it?
You have to know what you want. And if it seems to take you off the track, don’t hold back, because perhaps that is instinctively where you want to be. And if you hold back and try to be always where you have been before, you will go dry.
Argument is to me the air I breathe. Given any proposition, I cannot help believing the other side and defending it.
Everybody knows if you are too careful you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something.
It takes a lot of time to be a genius, you have to sit around so much doing nothing, really doing nothing.