After the collapse of socialism, capitalism remained without a rival. This unusual situation unleashed its greedy and - above all - its suicidal power. The belief is now that everything - and everyone - is fair game.

The job of a citizen is to keep his mouth open.

An empty bus hurtles through the starry night Perhaps the driver is singing and happy because he sings.

On sorrow floats laughter.

Everyone is born into a certain era. I wouldn't want to see anyone faced with the circumstances that prevailed at the time, when there were few or no alternatives.

It's dangerous to watch staggering butterflies. They have a plan but it has no meaning.

Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is black charcoal crushing white paper.