For Me, Love Must Be Ugly, Looks

At The Age Of Six I Wanted To Be A Cook. At Seven I Wanted To Be Napoleon. And My Ambition Has Been Growing Steadily Ever Since.

Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!

I Have Dalinian Thought: The One Thing The World Will Never Have Enough Of Is The Outrageous.

Sometimes I Spit On My Mother's Portrait For Pleasure.

An Elegant Woman Is A Woman Who Despises You And Has No Hair Under Her Arms.