People talk to people who perceive nothing, who have open eyes and see nothing; they shall talk to them and receive no answer; they shall adore those who have ears and hear nothing; they shall burn lamps for those who do not see.
People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don’t have their own song.
People surprise you, Frank, with just how f***** stupid they are.
People sometimes mistake their own shortcomings for those of society and want to fix the Cities because they don’t know how to fix themselves.
People seem good while they are oppressed, but they only wish to become oppressors in their turn: life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.
People say that where there’s life, there’s hope, and I have no quarrel with that, but I also believe the reverse. There is hope, therefore I live.
People say I make strange choices, but they’re not strange for me. My sickness is that I’m fascinated by human behavior, by what’s underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.
People remain what they are, even when their faces fall to pieces.[Der Mensch bleibt, was er ist, auch wenn sein Gesicht zerfällt.]
People only see what they are prepared to see.
People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it’s served up.
People of quality know everything without ever having learned anything.[Les gens de qualité sçavent tout, sans avoir jamais rien appris.]
People never forgive the injuries they inflict nor the benefits they endure.
