What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

I work only with lost and founds.

But don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.

I, who called love my hope for love.