Language should almost break up or explode in its fruitless effort to contain so many meanings.
We have not the time to take our time.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
You've always made the mistake of being yourself.
A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.
To tear ourselves away from the everyday, from habit, from mental laziness which hides from us the strangeness of reality, we must receive something like a real bludgeon blow.