All artists, they say, are a little mad. This madness is, to a certain extent, a self-created myth designed to keep the generality away from the phenomenally close-knit creative community. Yet, in the world of the artists, the consciously eccentric are always respectful and admiring if those who have the courage to be genuinely a little mad.

Before he can become a wolf, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you.

Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.

Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself.

Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.

Your thin white face, chérie; he said, as if he saw it for the first time. Your thin white face, with its promise of debauchery only a connoisseur could detect.

A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar