It is a terrible thing, this kindess that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end up with that small change. We have nothing else to give.

Art, like sex, cannot be carried on indefinitely solo; after all, they have the same enemy, sterility.

To have a choice at all is to be privileged.

The great authors share their souls with us- "literally.

What else can the young be? When you are on the bottom, you must organize from the bottom up

The only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself.

Artists are people who are not at all interested in the facts - only in the truth.