Pursued By Our Origins... We All Are.

On Creating — What We Crave, What We Want To See In Others Eyes, Is That Servile Expression, An Unconcealed Infatuation With Our Gestures.

One Cannot Live Without Motives. I Have No Motives Left, And I Am Living.

We Are All Deep In A Hell Each Moment Of Which Is A Miracle.

We Would Not Be Interested In Human Beings If We Did Not Have The Hope Of Someday Meeting Someone Worse Off Than Ourselves.

An Existence Transfigured By Failure.