The truth about a man lies first and foremost in what he hides.
Christ...an anarchist who succeeded. That's all.
Every young man's heart is a graveyard in which are inscribed the names of a thousand dead artists but whose only actual denizens are a few mighty, often antagonistic, ghosts.
One cannot create an art that speaks to men when one has nothing to say.
If you can't make art, make your life a work of art.
The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.