All spiritual journeys are martyrdoms

When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don't. I have a knack for disturbing.

Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.

Silence moves faster when it's going backward.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Catastrophe, riots, factories blowing up, armies in flight, flood - the ear can detect a whole apocalypse in the starry night of the human body.

It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.