To Contradict, Even In Little Matters, Is

Any Artist Who Respects Himself Ought To Be, And In Every Sense Of The Term, An Emigre.

A Brilliant Liar; He Has Total Recall.

I Became Bold Because I Had Absolutely Nothing To Lose: Neither Honors, Nor Earnings, Nor Friends. I Had To Find Myself Anew And Rely Only On Myself, Because I Could Rely On No One Else. My Form Is My Solitude.

Our Element Is Unending Immaturity.

You Are Ugly When You Love Her, You Are Beautiful And Fresh, Vital And Free, Modern And Poetic When You Don't... You Are More Beautiful As An Orphan Than As Your Mother's Son.