We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.

At the outset, it is only liking, not understanding, that matters. Gaps in understanding ... are not only important, they are perhaps even welcome, like clearings in the woods, the better to allow the heart's rays to stream out without obstacle. The unlit shadows should remain obscure, which is the very condition of enchantment.

Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

The simplest act of surrealism is to walk out into the street, gun in hand, and shoot at random.

What one hides is worth neither more nor less than what one finds. And what one hides from oneself is worth neither more nor less than what one allows others to find.