I do not know exactly why, but it seems to me that images do not belong to anybody but are instead there, at the disposal of all.

I tend not to work with a specific person in mind. Art is a matter of statistics. It's not about individuals. It's about people.

My ideas are all the same but look different.

I don't design. I don't paint. I absolutely never touch my works.

Still, for all that, her life had lacked passion. The demons had never come for her.

It maybe that we have all lived before and died, and this is hell.

I follow a dairy-free and gluten-free diet, which can be challenging in some places.

Beauty is not all there is of poetry. It must contain the truth. It is not simply an oak, rude and grand, neither is it simply a vine. It is both. Around the oak of truth runs the vine of beauty.

You see, in this world, there's two kinds of people, my friend - those with loaded guns, and those who dig. You dig.

I lost my parents when I was fairly young.

As ugly as the truth is, it's even uglier when someone says out loud what you've been thinking to yourself.

I want my music to feel like I'm giving something to someone else and not that I'm expecting something back.

So soon as this want or power [of love] is dead, man becomes the living sepulchre of himself, and what yet survives is the mere husk of what once he was.

Inner silence is not just the absence of thoughts. No! Silence is the blossoming of our indomitable inner will. Silence is our inner wisdom-light.