I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.

Boredom flourishes too, when you feel safe. It's a symptom of security.

Dreams are reality at its most profound, and what you invent is truth because invention, by its nature, can't be a lie.

To become conscious of what is horrifying and to laugh at it is to become master of that which is horrifying

I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.

If one does not understand the usefulness of the useless and the uselessness of the useful, one cannot understand art.

The human comedy does not attract me enough. I am not entirely of this world. I am from elsewhere, and it is worth finding this elsewhere beyond the walls...but where is it?