My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Derivative writers seem versatile because they imitate many others, past and present. Artistic originality has only itself to copy.
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.