My mind no longer has romantic abysses, but has become shallow, with many little gaps and cracks.
In art, a dress is never just a dress; nor in life either.
Do not wait for a reason to be happy.
When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.
Only the broken-hearted know the truth about love.
In the city, nudity means something; in the wild, it just exists.