Art Is Like A Shipwreck; It's Every

All This Twaddle, The Existence Of God, Atheism, Determinism, Liberation, Societies, Death, Etc., Are Pieces Of A Chess Game Called Language, And They Are Amusing Only If One Does Not Preoccupy Oneself With 'winning Or Losing This Game Of Chess.

The Most Interesting Thing About Artists Is How They Live

Chess Players Are Madmen Of A Certain Quality, The Way The Artist Is Supposed To Be, And Isn't, In General.

Living Is More A Question Of What One Spends Than What One Makes.

I Have Drawn People's Attention To The Fact That Art Is A Mirage. A Mirage, Just Like The Oasis That Appears In The Desert. It Is Very Beautiful, Until The Moment When You Die Of Thirst, Obviously. But We Do Not Die Of Thirst In The Field Of Art. The Mirage Has Substance.