When the young woman leans over the sky, about to water the flowers as well as the weeds, her white front splits open until her milk runs.

[To be an artist,] this desire to conquer all with images.

When Satan's not in the mood, virtue triumphs. Hasn't even Satan a right not to be in the mood once in a while?

As a child I was a great liar. Fortunately my mother liked my lies. I promised her marvelous things.

It makes me realise that the fantasy of nature is much larger than my own fantasy. I still have things to learn.

One of the mistakes the Germans made ... was that they were not brave enough to be afraid.

Love That’s it: The cashless commerce. The blanket always too short. The loose connexion. To search behind the horizon. To brush fallen leaves with four shoes and in one’s mind to rub bare feet. To let and rent hearts; or in a room with shower and mirror, in a hired car, bonnet facing the moon, wherever innocence stops and burns its programme, the word in falsetto sounds different and new each time. Today, in front of a box office not yet open, hand in hand crackled the hangdog old man and the dainty old woman. The film promised love.