All great masters, in their work, seek that profound void within color and outside time.

My decision to view the world through novels, as it were, which is a typically European way of looking at things, became a heavy burden for me. But I took it on consciously, even though it was torture for me.

As always after drinking too much, I felt like my own ghost trying to take it's first solo walk outside the body.

As much as I live I shall not imitate them or hate myself for being different to them

Censorship should never be allowed. One should be able to say anything. But I refuse to let politics be foisted on me.

There's a lot of pride involved in my refusal to believe in god.

What was the difference between love and the agony of waiting? Like love, the agony of waiting began in the muscles and somewhere around the upper belly but soon spread out to the chest, the thighs, and the forehead, to invade the entire body with numbing force.