Should I Kill Myself, Or

A Man's Work Is Nothing But This Slow Trek To Rediscover, Through The Detours Of Art, Those Two Or Three Great And Simple Images In Whose Presence His Heart First Opened.

But What Is Happiness Except The Simple Harmony Between A Man And The Life He Leads?

In Order To Be Created, A Work Of Art Must First Make Use Of The Dark Forces Of The Soul

She Was Wearing A Pair Of My Pajamas With The Sleeves Rolled Up. When She Laughed I Wanted Her Again. A Minute Later She Asked Me If I Loved Her. I Told Her It Didn't Mean Anything But That I Didn't Think So. She Looked Sad. But As We Were Fixing Lunch, And For No Apparent Reason, She Laughed In Such A Way That I Kissed Her.

What Is Called A Reason For Living Is Also An Excellent Reason For Dying.