Art at its greatest is fantastically deceitful and complex.

Solitude is the playfield of Satan.

Genius is finding the invisible link between things.

I am probably responsible for the odd fact that people don't seem to name their daughters Lolita any more. I have heard of young female poodles being given that name since 1956, but of no human beings.

I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.

do what only a true artist can do ... pounce upon the forgotten butterfly of revelation

No author has created with less emphasis such pathetic characters as Chekhov has.