If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.

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.

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.

The conclusion does not belong to the artist.

Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.

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.

The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.