It Is Not I Who Become Addicted,

Art Is Science In The Flesh.

Lack Of Manners Is The Sign Of A Hero.

A True Photographer Is As Rare As A True Poet Or A True Painter.

The Smell Of Opium Is The Least Stupid Smell In The World.

Every Poem Is A Coat Of Arms. It Must Be Deciphered. How Much Blood, How Many Tears In Exchange For These Axes, These Muzzles, These Unicorns, These Torches, These Towers, These Martlets, These Seedlings Of Stars And These Fields Of Blue!