Casting aspersions on those we love always does something to loosen our ties. We shouldn't maltreat our idols: the gilt comes off on our hands.

My life which I dream will be so beautiful, so poetic, so vast, so filled with love will turn out to be like everybody else's - monotonous, sensible, stupid.

Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom

The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.

My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.

A man is a critic when he cannot be an artist, in the same way that a man becomes an informer when he cannot be a soldier.

There is no truth. There is only perception.