Women always think that when they have my shoes, my dress, my hairdresser, my makeup, it will all work the same way. They do not conceive of the witchcraft that is needed. They do not know that I am not beautiful but that I only appear to be at certain moments.

The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty.

Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.

perhaps the only magician we have is the artist.

To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use.

Societies in decline have no use for visionaries.

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.