I see artists as a great battalion moving through paint, words, music towards cosmological interpretation.
There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.
All artists today are expected to cultivate a little fashionable unhappiness.
They say that if you get bored enough with calamity you can learn to laugh.
History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.
Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.