Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
Our destiny can be examined, but it cannot be justified or totally explained. We are simply here.
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man.
Most of our love is shabby stuff, but there is always a thin line of gold, the bit of pure love on which all the rest depends -- and which redeems all the rest.
Only lies and evil come from letting people off.
Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.