To contradict, even in little matters, is the supreme necessity of art today.
Foolishness is a twin sister of wisdom.
Wherever I see some mystique, be it virtue or family, faith or fatherland, there I must commit some indecent act.
Our element is unending immaturity.
The difference between western and eastern intellectuals is that the former have not been kicked in the ass enough.
A universal style is one that knows how to embrace lovingly those not quite developed.