The memory of man is as old as misfortune

The effective in art is what rapes the emotions of your audience without nourishing its values.

Let us define 'man' as a poet perpetually conspiring against himself.

How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.

A diary is the last place to go if you wish to seek the truth about a person. Nobody dares to make the final confession to themselves on paper: or at least, not about love.

Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.

Music is only love looking for words.