Sometimes I Spit On My Mother's Portrait

The True Painter Must Be Able, With The Most Usual Things, To Have The Most Unusual Ideas.

I Dedicate This Novel To Gala, Who Was Constantly By My Side While I Was Writing It, Who Was The Good Fairy Of My Equilibrium, Who Banished The Salamanders Of My Doubts And Strengthened The Lions Of Certainties.

So Little Of What Could Happen Does Happen.

The Only Difference Between Me And A Madman Is That I'm Not Mad.

Genius Has To Pass Over Madness And Madness Over Genius