Our writing equipment takes part in forming our thoughts.
In truth,there was only one christian and he died on the cross.
What saved me then? Nothing but pregnancy. And each time after I had given birth to my work my life hung suspended by a thin thread.
Not doubt, certainty is what drives one insane.
The bad gains respect through imitation, the good loses it especially in art.
When on a Sunday morning we hear the old bells ring out, we ask ourselves, "Is it possible! This is done on account of a Jew crucified two thousand years ago who said he was the Son of God. The proof of such an assertion is wanting".