I have seen children dying of hunger. Over against a dying child La Nausee cannot act as a counterweight.

What the painter adds to the canvas are the days of his life. The adventure of living, hurtling toward death.

I respect orders but I respect myself too and I do not obey foolish rules made especially to humiliate me.

I am responsible for everything... except my very responsibility.

Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.

I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.

I am myself and I am here.