Camille

“I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

“A nod is as good as a wink to a blind badger.”
― Louise Rennison, Away Laughing on a Fast Camel

“Le Poëte est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

“Je passe le plus clair de mon temps à l'obscurcir parce que la lumière me gêne”
― Boris Vian, L'écume des jours