To Restrict The Artist Is A Crime.

I Don't Know Whether There Is Anyone Else At All Who Remembers My Noble Father With Such Sadness

I Must Live In My Own Excrement, Breathe In My Own Poisonous Sticky Fumes. Yet I Am A Human Being! I Still Am. Does No One Think Of That?

Art Cannot Be Modern. Art Is Primordially Eternal.

I Shall Go So Far That People Will Be Seized With Terror At The Sight Of Each Of My Works Of 'living' Art.

I Am So Rich That I Must Give Myself Away.