I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.

These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.

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

If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.