Realism, whether it be socialist or not, falls short of reality. It sh >>
A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind. >>
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together. >>
Just as the individual is not alone in the group, nor any one in socie >>
No storyteller has ever been able to dream up anything as fantasticall >>
In some sense man is a microcosm of the universe; therefore what man i >>
The universe seems to me infinitely strange and foreign. At such a moment I gaze upon it with a mixture of anguish and euphoria; separate from the universe, as though placed at a certain distance outside it; I look and I see pictures, creatures that move in a kind of timeless time and spaceless space, emitting sounds that are a kind of language I no longer understand or ever register.