I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers.

Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.

The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.

I don't wish power, only art -art and passion.

You cannot save people. You can only love them.

All that is sacred and taboo in the world are meaningless.