I didn't go to the lectures. My valet, who was more distinguished than I, went instead.

Any artist who respects himself ought to be, and in every sense of the term, an emigre.

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

If he [the Artist] were to take up the pen it would be...to better express his individuality and explain it to others; or else to put his internal affairs in order...to deepen and sharpen his relationship with his fellow men because other souls exert an immense and creative influence on our soul; or to try to fight for a world as he would like it to be, for a world that is indispensable to his life.

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

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.

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