Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have. >>
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat. >>
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, c >>
In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay >>
Wherever art appears, life disappears. >>
If we are to change our world view, images have to change. The artist >>
Art is the only thing that can go on mattering, once it has stopped hurting.