Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

Jean Grey Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, they don't bring him home... they marry the good guy.

The only dance masters I could have were Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Walt Whitman and Nietzsche.

Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.

One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.

Things are beautiful if you love them.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy --common clay, if you like --eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others --the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.

The true masters of the art of living are already happy if they are not unhappy.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

The New Women! I could barely recognize them as being of the same sex as myself, their buttocks arrogant in tight jeans, openly inviting, breasts falling free and shameless and feeling no apparent obligation to smile, look pleasant or keep their voices low. And how they live! Just look at them to know how! If a man doesn't bring them to orgasm, they look for another who does. If by mistake they fall pregnant, they abort by vacuum aspiration. If they don't like the food, they push the plate away. If the job doesn't suit them, they hand in their notice. They are satiated by everything, hungry for nothing. They are what I wanted to be; they are what I worked for them to be: and now I see them, I hate them.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.

Effective action is always unjust.

Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.

With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.

In the end we beat them with Levi 501 jeans. Seventy-two years of Communist indoctrination and propaganda was drowned out by a three-ounce Sony Walkman. A huge totalitarian system has been brought to its knees because nobody wants to wear Bulgarian shoes. Now they're lunch, and we're number one on the planet.

What you get free costs too much.

It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness to be truly base.

Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.

I have often said that I wish I had invented blue jeans: the most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity -- all I hope for in my clothes.

An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.

To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It's easy to say no, even if it means dying.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

The only immorality is not to do what one has to do when one has to do it.

Nothing is irreparable in politics.

Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.

Saintliness is also a temptation.

It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout -- not moan, or complain, but yell out at the top of your voice whatever it was you had to say. What you've never said before. What perhaps you don't even know till now.

Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.

Jean and I blew a ton of savings so we could fly Concorde just to see the curvature of the earth. It's something you don't normally get to see, so I figured out, if you can do it, do it.

He is a teenager, after all-a strange agent with holes in his jeans, studs in his ear, a tail down his neck, a cap on his head (backward).

Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.

Propaganda is a soft weapon hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.

Jean Grey Mutation. It is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow and normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evolution leaps forward.

Jean Paul Sartre says in 'No Exit' that hell is other people. Well, our task in life is to make it heaven. Or at least earth.