To Be Interesting, One Has To Provoke.

If You Understand A Painting Beforehand, You Might As Well Not Paint It.

God Is Just Another Artist, Like Me.

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!

In Order To Acquire A Growing And Lasting Respect In Society, It Is A Good Thing, If You Possess Great Talent, To Give, Early In Your Youth, A Very Hard Kick To The Right Shin Of The Society That You Love. After That, Be A Snob.

I Dedicate This Novel To Gala, Who Was Constantly By My Side While I Was Writing It, Who Was The Good Fairy Of My Equilibrium, Who Banished The Salamanders Of My Doubts And Strengthened The Lions Of Certainties.