An artist is like a woman who can do nothing but love, and who succumbs to every stray male jackass.

I need very little reality.

An artist is like a woman who can do nothing but love, and who succumbs to every stray male jackass.

Behind every word a whole world is hidden that must be imagined.

If the dead could speak there would be no more war.

Strangely enough I like the kind to which I belong: people.

I am a clown...and I collect moments.