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 do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures?

Everything is dead while it lives.

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.

Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.

I am so rich that I must give myself away.