I Like People Who Dream Or Talk

At Any Street Corner The Feeling Of Absurdity Can Strike Any Man In The Face.

A True Masterpiece Does Not Tell Everything.

Their Guilt Made Me Eloquent Because I Was Not Its Victim.

Creating Is Living Doubly. The Groping, Anxious Quest Of A Proust, His Meticulous Collecting Of Flowers, Of Wallpapers, And Of Anxieties, Signifies Nothing Else.

We Are All Special Cases.