Living in a small town anywhere means preserving one's self behind a mask.
Dreams have always been my friend, full of information, full of warnings.
I wanted to write about my mother as she should have been if she had not been messed up by World War I.
This world is run by people who know how to do things. They know how things work. They are equipped. Up there, there's a layer of people who run everything. But we - we're just peasants. We don't understand what's going on, and we can't do anything.
All I do is give interviews and spend time being photographed.
The world is only tolerable because of the empty places in it...when the world's filled up, we'll have to get hold of a star. Any star. Venus, or Mars. Get hold of it and leave it empty. Man needs an empty space somewhere for his spirit to rest in.