Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.

I'd have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second's enough for them to start being something else.

I don't know the role I'm playing. I only know it's mine, non-convertible.

Inspiration is not the exclusive privilege of poets or artists. There is, there has been, there will always be a certain group of people whom inspiration visits. It's made up of all those who've consciously chosen their calling and do their job with love and imagination. Difficulties and setbacks never quell their curiosity. A swarm of new questions emerges from every problem that they solve. Whatever inspiration is, it's born from a continuous 'I don't know.'

Well, one is inspired by the whole of life, one's own and somebody else's. You know how sometimes you hear great music, and music is completely untranslatable into words, into any words. A certain tension that is born when one listens to music could aid you in expressing something absolutely different.

Whatever inspiration is, it's born from a continuous "I don't know.

And whatever I do will become forever what I've done.