Childhood knows what it wants - to leave childhood behind.

A prig always finds a last refuge in responsibility.

When we awake it is the animal, the plant, that thinks in us. Primitive thought without the least disguise. We see a terrible universe, because we see clearly. A little later, intelligence introduces its impeding contrivances. It brings the little toys which man invents in order to hide the void. It is then that we think we are seeing clearly. We attribute our uneasiness to the miasmas of the brain as it passes from dream to reality.

In exiling myself I am not exiling a monster, but a man whom society will not allow to live, since it considers one of the mysterious cogs in God's masterpiece to be a mistake.

People seek escape in myth by any means at their disposal, including drugs, alcohol, meditation, and lies.

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

The artist must know how far to go too far.