Everything That Is Not Me Is Incomprehensible.

It Sometimes Happens That Pleasure Blows Anywhere It Damn Well Chooses.

Love Is Made By Two People, In Different Kinds Of Solitude. It Can Be In A Crowd, But In An Oblivious Crowd.

Most People Have Never Known Solitude.... But There Are A Few Of The Other Kind Who Can Go Back To Their Rooms Anywhere And Close The Door On The Whole World, And Feel That They Need Never Emerge.

As If One Could Do What One Wanted With One's Own Body!

The Painting Of Tomorrow Will Use The Photographic Eye As It Has Used The Human Eye.