We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.

In this mirror, I am enclosed a live and real as you. Imagine angels and not like the reflections.

Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.

Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.

To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.

I don't want to work. I want to smoke.

We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.