I lived with the only continuity, day to day, of the me-me-me.
But too many people now climb onto the cross merely to be seen from a greater distance, even if they have to trample somewhat on the one who has been there so long.
The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.
It's not your pictures I like; it's your painting.
Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.
Truth and freedom, having few lovers, are demanding mistresses.