Strictly speaking, there are no holidays for art; art pursues you everywhere, and that's just fine with the artist.

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.

Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.

you have often seen in the cinema, erich, haven't you, that between extraordinary people extraordinary things like for example extraordinary love can arise. so we only have to be extraordinary and see what happens.

I cannot stand public attention, I just can't. Of course, if I may I might write something instead

Anna despises two classes of people: first, those who own their own homes and have cars and families, and second, everybody else. Constantly she is on the verge of exploding. With rage. A pool of pure red. The pool is filled with speechlessness that talks away at her nonstop.

I do not fight against men, but against the system that is sexist.