In The End There Is Only Matisse.

I'd Like To Live As A Poor Man With Lots Of Money.

If You Take My Sayings And Explode Them In The Air, They Remain Only Sayings. But If You Fit Them Together In Their Correct Places, You Will Have The Whole Story.

When I Die, It Will Be A Shipwreck, And As When A Huge Ship Sinks, Many People All Around Will Be Sucked Down With It.

You Mustn't Expect Me To Repeat Myself. My Past Doesn't Interest Me. I Would Rather Copy Others Than Copy Myself. In That Way I Should At Least Be Giving Them Something New. I Love Discovering Things.

It Took Me A Lifetime.