As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy.

So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.

To defy heredity is to defy billions of years, to defy the first cell

What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?

My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future.