Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.

The artist must know how far to go too far.

A little too much is just enough for me.

Poetry is a religion with no hope.

I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.

I have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.

Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time.