As Always After Drinking Too

The Beauty And Mystery Of This World Only Emerges Through Affection, Attention, Interest And Compassion . . . Open Your Eyes Wide And Actually See This World By Attending To Its Colors, Details And Irony.

What Was Venerated As Style Was Nothing More Than An Imperfection Or Flaw That Revealed The Guilty Hand.

I Need The Pain Of Loneliness To Make My Imagination Work.

Painting Is The Silence Of Thought And The Music Of Sight.

A Writer Is Someone Who Spends Years Patiently Trying To Discover The Second Being Inside Him, And The World That Makes Him Who He Is: When I Speak Of Writing, What Comes First To My Mind Is Not A Novel, A Poem, Or Literary Tradition, It Is A Person Who Shuts Himself Up In A Room, Sits Down At A Table, And Alone, Turns Inward; Amid Its Shadows, He Builds A New World With Words.