Art for me...is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.

If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.

The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.

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

It was always the same; other people gave up loving before she did. They got spoilt, or else they went away; in any case, they were partly to blame. Why did it happen so? She herself never changed; when she loved anyone, it was for life. She could not understand desertion; it was something so huge, so monstrous that the notion of it made her little heart break.