Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward.
Picasso only registers the deformities which have not yet penetrated our consciousness. Art is a mirror which goes 'fast' like a watch - sometimes.
A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.
Test yourself on mankind. It is something that makes the doubter doubt, the believer believe.
The spirit becomes free only when it ceases to be a support.
April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.