…I once found a list of diseases as yet unclassified by medical science, and among these there occurred the word Islomania, which was described as a rare but by no means unknown affliction of spirit. There are people…who find islands somehow irresistible. The mere knowledge that they are on an island, a little world surrounded by the sea, fills them with an indescribable intoxication. These born “islomanes”…are direct descendents of the Atlanteans

Lovers can find nothing to say to each other that has not been said and unsaid a thousand times over. Kisses were invented to translate such nothings into wounds

I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.

Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.

Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.

I see artists as a great battalion moving through paint, words, music towards cosmological interpretation.