I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

Life is what it makes you.

The avant-garde is now stranded in the past.

It's no good being exclusive if nobody wants in.

Austerity causes constipation; excess, diarrhea.

The beloved is the ultimate fetish.

Alone, I am drunk on my thoughts; in company, I am sober again.