The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with millions brings a greater and greater poverty in intimacy and human vision.

In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.

Descendants of pigeons once fed by Keats, Byron, George Sand, Chopin and many other famous lovers are still being fed, and the sudden sound when they all rise together, frightened away, is like the sound of giant sails flapping.

My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure.

Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.

Each friend represents a world in us.

New York seems conducted by jazz, animated by it. It is essentially a city of rhythm.