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

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.

And that wreched creature without hands or feet, who had to be put to bed and fed like a child, that pitiable remnant of a man, whose almost vanished life was nothing more than one scream of pain, cried out in furious indignation: 'What a fool one must be to go and kill oneself!' " - 'Joy of Life

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

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.

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

The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.