Art is a language, an instrument of knowledge, an instrument of communication.

For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.

Personally, I believe very much in values of savagery; I mean: instinct, passion, mood, violence, madness.

Unless one says goodbye to what one loves, and unless one travels to completely new territories, one can expect merely a long wearing away of oneself and an eventual extinction.

Dancing is the last word in life. In dancing one draws nearer to oneself.

The real function of art is to change mental patterns ... making new thought possible.

Man's need for art is absolutely primordial, as strong as, and perhaps stronger than, our need for bread. Without bread, we die of hunger, but without art we die of boredom.

Art must make you laugh a little and make you a little afraid. Anything as long as it doesn't bore.

Art doesn't go to sleep in the bed made for it. It would sooner run away than say its own name: what it likes is to be incognito. Its best moments are when it forgets what its own name is.

Art addresses itself to the mind, and not to the eyes. It has always been considered in this way by primitive peoples, and they are right.

Normal means lack of imagination and creativity.

You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

Because he has never forgiven himself any fault, he can forgive no one else's.

I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.

The problem with carnal anger and outrage is that it's one of the easiest sons to commit while convincing oneself that he is being faithful.

I smile more when people confused, why he is smiling.

I wanted to say a lot but wasn't sure where to start

If you want to go quickly, go by yourself - if you want to go farther, go in a group.

I never met a man I didn't want to fight.

I can get into politics. I'm a pretty straight guy for this business. I have a pretty healthy outlook.

The center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth.