Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

It is my secrecy which makes you unhappy, my evasions, my silences. And so I have found a solution. Whenever you get desperate with my mysteries, my ambiguities, here is a set of Chinese puzzle boxes. You have always said that I was myself a Chinese puzzle box. When you are in the mood and I baffle your love of confidences, your love of openness, your love of sharing experiences, then open one of the boxes. And in it you will find a story, a story about me and my life. Do you like this idea? Do you think it will help us to live together?

The self is merely the lens through which we see others and the world.

The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements.

In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people, then you have to be separated from them, and that hurts too much.

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

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