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.
I hate that which we have decided to call realism, even though I have been made one of its high priests.
Art is nothing without form.
The more you approach infinity, the deeper you penetrate terror
You don’t make art out of good intentions.
When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women