A Man Who Wants To Mutilate Himself

True Alchemy Lies In This Formula: ‘your Memory And Your Senses Are But The Nourishment Of Your Creative Impulse’.

I Could Never Throw Love Out Of The Window.

Then You'll Feel Your Cheek Scratched... A Little Kiss, Like A Crazy Spider, Will Run Round Your Neck... And You'll Say To Me : "find It !" Bending Your Head - And We'll Take A Long Time To Find That Creature - Which Travels A Lot.

And Again: No More Gods! No More Gods! Man Is King, Man Is God! - But The Great Faith Is Love!

I Found I Could Extinguish All Human Hope From My Soul.