I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!

emotion is first of all and in principle an accident

To think new thoughts you have to break the bones in your head

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

I hate victims who respect their executioners.

To love is never just to love since it is also to will to love, and ... to love in spite of oneself, to allow oneself to be overcome by one's love.

I do not understand! I understand nothing! I cannot understand nor do I want to understand! I want to believe! To Believe!