I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end.
Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.
The end of a life is always vivifying.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever.
To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.
To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now.