It's not good for comedy to be like, 'Thanks for liking me'. Being popular is poison.
What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us.
Love in an animal sense is an illness, but a necessity which one has to overcome.
There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.
One thing is sure - we have to transform the three-dimensional world of objects into the two-dimensional world of the canvas. . . . To transform three into two dimensions is for me an experience full of magic in which I glimpse for a moment that fourth dimension which my whole being is seeking.
I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.
I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers.
I was raised by my mom. My dad was always traveling, but she allowed me and encouraged me to be close to my dad. So I grew up with three parents: my mom, my dad and my stepmom. Ninety percent of the time I was with my mom, and 10 percent was with my dad.
Real music lovers are actually my favourite kind of people because they like to know, rather than just be told what to think.
I did not want to move. For I had the feeling that this was a place, once seen, that could not be seen again. If I left and then came back, it would not be the same; no matter how many times I might return to this particular spot the place and feeling would never be the same, something would be lost or something would be added, and there never would exist again, through all eternity, all the integrated factors that made it what it was in this magic moment.
They who see the Flying Dutchman never, never reach the shore.