The memory of man is as old as misfortune
Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.
Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.
They say that if you get bored enough with calamity you can learn to laugh.
I see artists as a great battalion moving through paint, words, music towards cosmological interpretation.
I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.