Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind of silence one keeps.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.

Yes, light, there is no other word for it.

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.