If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.
One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.