When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.

When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.

The conclusion does not belong to the artist.

Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.