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
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