It Has Always Bothered Me That I

I Dream Of An Art Of Balance, Of Quietness, Something Analogous To A Good Armchair.

The Essential Thing Is To Work In A State Of Mind That Approaches Prayer.

I Wouldn't Mind Turning Into A Vermilion Goldfish.

The Sign For Which I Forge An Image Has No Value If It Doesn't Harmonize With Other Signs, Which I Must Determine In The Course Of My Invention And Which Are Completely Peculiar To It.

There's Nothing Clinically Wrong With Me, Only An Emotional Imbalance - I Pass Too Quickly From The Wildest Enthusiasm To The Blackest Despair.