We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.

I had little talent for happiness.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.

Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.

That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.