The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.

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.

There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.

Celebrity: I picture myself as a marble bust with legs to run everywhere.

Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.

Lack of manners is the sign of a hero.

It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious.