With the exception of love, friendship and the beauty of Art, I don't see much else that can nurture human life.

What does art do for us? It gives shape to our emotions.

. . . maybe that's what life's all about: there's a lof of despair, but also the odd moments of beauty, where time is no longer the same . . . [like] something suspended . . . an elsewhere . . . an always within a never. Yes, that's is, an always within a never.

We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.

The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.

People aim for the stars, and they end up like goldfish in a bowl. I wonder if it wouldn't be simpler just to teach children right from the start that life is absurd.

To the rich, therefore, falls the burden of Beauty. And if they cannot assume it, then they deserve to die.