Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as theyre old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that its enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it. – Jean Anouilh
Talent is like a faucet; while it is open, you have to write. Inspiration? — a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance. – Jean Anouilh