An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life. — Jacques Prevert
Our father which art in heaven – stay there – and we will stay on earth – which is sometimes so pretty. — Jacques Prevert
When truth is no longer free, freedom is no longer real: the truths of the police are the truths of today. — Jacques Prevert