Life, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for 'artist' or 'art.' Everyone is an artist.

Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?

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.

A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought.

The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.

When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.