After all, when you take a walk you're after solitude, and if the solitude won't come to you, you must go to it.
Strictly speaking, there are no holidays for art; art pursues you everywhere, and that's just fine with the artist.
Vice is basically the love of failure.
I do not fight against men, but against the system that is sexist.
Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.
Every day, a piece of music, a short story, or a poem dies because its existence is no longer justified in our time. And things that were once considered immortal have become mortal again, no one knows them anymore. Even though they deserve to survive.