Cartoonist was the weirdest name I finally let myself have. I would never say it. When I heard it I silently thought, what an awful word.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.

At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.

Always watch the hands. The hands will tell you everything you need to know.

Race and class are the easiest divisions. It's very stupid

You'll never call him Fifi again.