It is mostly with your blood, Gala that I paint my pictures
I'm going to live forever. Geniuses don't die.
One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams.
Who knows how to taste wine never drinks wine again, but tastes secrets instead
I am not strange. I am just not normal.
I do not understand why, when I ask for grilled lobster in a restaurant, I'm never served a cooked telephone.