Because I was raised in a Christian culture I never considered myself to be a totally free human being.

It was as though we were a picture, trapped in time: this had been happening for hundreds of years, people sitting in a room, waiting for dinner, and listening to the blues.

People don't have any mercy. They tear you limb from limb, in the name of love. Then, when you're dead, when they've killed you by what they made you go through, they say you didn't have any character. They weep big, bitter tears - not for you. For themselves, because they've lost their toy.

People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state on innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.

The determination to outwit one's situation means that one has no models, only object lessons.

Because I was raised in a Christian culture I never considered myself to be a totally free human being.

The artistic image is not intended to represent the thing itself, but, rather, the reality of the force the thing contains.