Remembering Is Only A New Form Of

I Throw Fresh Seeds Out. Who Knows What Survives?

I Love Wagner, But The Music I Prefer Is That Of A Cat Hung Up By Its Tail Outside A Window And Trying To Stick To The Panes Of Glass With Its Claws.

But A Dandy Can Never Be A Vulgar Man

In Order For The Artist To Have A World To Express He Must First Be Situated In This World, Oppressed Or Oppressing, Resigned Or Rebellious, A Man Among Men.

Genius Is Nothing More Nor Less Than Childhood Recaptured At Will.