I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.

Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward.

A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

The Expulsion from Paradise is eternal in its principal aspect: this makes it irrevocable, and our living in this world inevitable, but the eternal nature of the process has the effect that not only could we remain forever in Paradise, but that we are currently there, whether we know it or not.

Picasso only registers the deformities which have not yet penetrated our consciousness. Art is a mirror which goes 'fast' like a watch - sometimes.

No matter how much you keep encouraging someone who is blindfolded to stare through the cloth, he still won’t see a thing.".