I am a collection of the family's body parts.

Against the background of general freakishness the case of my particular freakishness was lost.

Our element is unending immaturity.

It is in the prime of youth that man sinks into empty phrases and grimaces. It's in this smithy that our maturity is forged.

Man does not fear death, only the suffering.

Wherever I see some mystique, be it virtue or family, faith or fatherland, there I must commit some indecent act.

To contradict, even in little matters, is the supreme necessity of art today.