A Work Of Art Is Above All

There Are More Dead People Than Living. And Their Numbers Are Increasing. The Living Are Getting Rarer.

I've Always Been Suspicious Of Collective Truths. I Think An Idea Is True When It Hasn't Been Put Into Words And That The Moment It's Put Into Words It Becomes Exaggerated. Because The Moment It's Put Into Words There's An Abuse, An Excess In The Expression Of The Idea That Makes It False.

I Long For Solitude And Yet I Cannot Stand It.

It's When I Am Fully Conscious That I Ask Questions.

Why Was I Born, If It Wasn't Forever?