I am not famous for anything in particular. I am just famous.
How rarely can happiness be really innocent and not triumphant, not an insult to the deprived.
Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair.
We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom
Art is not cozy and it is not mocked. Art tells the only truth that ultimately matters. It is the light by which human things can be mended. And after art there is, let me assure you all, nothing.
Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.