I am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.

We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute act left to do, for what is most powerful in me is the craving for purity, greatness.

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.

Dreams are necessary to life.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

Great repressions create dualities.

Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.