Memory is a great betrayer.
I love your silences, they are like mine.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
Most artists have retired too absolutely; they grow rusty, inflexible to the flow of currents.
But the artist persists because he has the will to create, and this is the magic power which can transform and transfigure and transpose and which will ultimately be transmitted to others.
I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.