Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.

Each thing we see hides something else we want to see.

I need to see the original paintings just as little as I have to read the original manuscripts of books.

I detest my past, and anyone else's. I detest resignation, patience, professional heroism and obligatory beautiful feelings. I also detest the decorative arts, folklore, advertising, voices making announcements, aerodynamism, boy scouts, the smell of moth balls, events of the moment, and drunken people.

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see, but it is impossible. Humans hide their secrets too well.

Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.

We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.