Talent Is Nothing But Long Patience.

Me And My Books In The Same Apartment, Like A Gherkin In Its Vinegar.

Art Is Nothing Without Form.

I Believe That If One Always Looked At The Skies, One Would End Up With Wings.

She Would Have Liked Not To Be Alive, Or To Be Always Asleep.

Thought Is The Greatest Of Pleasures —pleasure Itself Is Only Imagination—have You Ever Enjoyed Anything More Than Your Dreams?