I'm not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty.

one should always talk well about oneself! The word spreads around and in the end, noone remembers where it started

The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.

May the devil himself splatter you with dung.

You have comfort. You don't have luxury. And don't tell me that money plays a part. The luxury I advocate has nothing to do with money. It cannot be bought. It is the reward of those who have NO Fear or Discomfort.