I must live in my own excrement, breathe in my own poisonous sticky fumes. Yet I am a human being! I still am. Does no one think of that?

I was in love with everything- I wanted to look with love at the angry people so that their eyes would be forced to respond; and I wanted to bring gifts to the envious and tell them that I am worthless.

I believe in the immortality of all creatures.

I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.

No erotic work of art is filth if it is artistically significant; it is only turned into filth through the beholder if he is filthy.

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness

All beautiful and noble qualities have been united in me... I shall be the fruit which will leave eternal vitality behind even after its decay. How great must be your joy, therefore, to have given birth to me.