I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I

It Sometimes Happens And Will Sometimes Happen Again That I Forget Who I Am And Strut Before My Eyes, Like A Stranger.

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.

No Painting Is More Replete Than Mondrian's.

That's The Mistake I Made, One Of The Mistakes, To Have Wanted A Story For Myself, Whereas Life Alone Is Enough.

If By Godot I Had Meant God I Would Have Said God, And Not Godot.