Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.

He does not always remain bent over the pages; he often leans back and closes his eyes over a line he has been reading again, and its meaning spreads through his blood.

Wanting to change, to improve, a person's situation means offering him, for difficulties in which he is practiced and experienced, other difficulties that will find him perhaps even more bewildered.

The point is to live everything.

I am the rest between two notes which are somehow always in discord.

We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.