I Have Seafoam In My Veins, I

The Only Work Of Art Which Succeeds Is That Which Fails.

History Is A Combination Of Reality And Lies. The Reality Of History Becomes A Lie. The Unreality Of The Fable Becomes The Truth.

The Eyes Of The Dead Are Closed Gently; We Also Have To Open Gently The Eyes Of The Living.

One Should Always Talk Well About Oneself! The Word Spreads Around And In The End, Noone Remembers Where It Started

I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My Home; And Little By Little, They Become Its Visible Soul.