I'm Not Willing Just To Be Tolerated.

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

The Artist Is A Kind Of Prison From Which The Works Of Art Escape.

Appreciation Of Art Is A Moral Erection, Otherwise Mere Dilettantism.

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

May The Devil Himself Splatter You With Dung.