To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
“All our misery comes from wanting at all costs to go on being Tom, Dick, or Harry, year in, year out. This body of… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
“Now I know... we have at least two friends!... Cillie von Leiden and the hunchback... not bad in our situation... or, come right down… — Louis-Ferdinand Céline Copy Share Image
I hadn't found out yet that mankind consists of two very different races, the rich and the poor. It took me ... and plenty… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
There's a point of poverty at which the spirit isn't with the body all the time. It finds the body really too unbearable. So… — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. — Louis-Ferdinand Celine Copy Share Image
“People cling to their rotten memories, to all their misfortunes, and you can't pry them loose. These things keep them busy. They avenge themselves… — Louis-Ferdinand Céline Copy Share Image
“He couldn't have explained this misery of his, it exceeded his education.” — Louis-Ferdinand Céline Copy Share Image
