When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.

The earth doesn't have a housekeeper to do the dusting.

Disciples be damned. It's not interesting. It's only the masters that matter. Those who create.

I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else.

We can see the light but we are still inside the tunnel, ... We have not been able to get to all the communities.

Art is a finger up the bourgeoisie ass.

We have a lot of reasons but only one real one.