Perhaps I Know To What Extent I

Lying Is The Only Art Form That The Public Sanctions And Instinctively Prefers To Reality.

The Only Work Of Art Which Succeeds Is That Which Fails.

Catastrophe, Riots, Factories Blowing Up, Armies In Flight, Flood - The Ear Can Detect A Whole Apocalypse In The Starry Night Of The Human Body.

I Succeeded In Bewitching A Fair Number And In Being Intoxicated With My Mistakes.

The Spirit Of Creation Is The Spirit Of Contradiction. It Is The Breakthrough Of Appearances Toward An Unknown Reality.